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𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒

college!bucky barnes x reader

summary: bucky asks you to pretend to be his girlfriend for the weekend but after what you thought was sweeter than a dream has you facing a harsher reality.

wc: 5.9k

warning(s): swearing

part two!

a/n: happy new year to you all! here’s a little gift to kick off the new year. also depending on how well this does, i might do a part two and even expand on this lil universe so please let me know what you think! (also this is my first time writing a full fic in months so excuse any typos or rusty writing)

The knocking wouldn’t stop. With a groan, you blindly smash at your keyboard, tearing yourself away from One Tree Hill, North Carolina, and bringing Nathan and Haley’s heated argument to a pause before you drag yourself out of bed and rip open the door.

“Y/N!”

“Steve?” you let out in surprise at the sight of Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes standing in your doorway. “If you’re looking for Nat, she’s not here right now.”

“Why would we be looking for Nat? This is your place too.” He gives you a charming smile as he leans against your doorframe.

Rolling your eyes, you step aside to let the two men in. “Yeah whatever, get in here you goof.”

Steve places a dramatic kiss onto your cheek, making you laugh and you playfully push him away as Bucky steps inside. Bucky sends you a shy smile and rubs the back of his neck– a nervous habit of his that you’ve picked up on over the years. “Hey, Y/N.”

The softness of his voice and the kindness of his deep blue eyes make your lips pull up involuntarily. Bucky’s presence always felt like a breath of fresh air. “James,” you reply, giddy. As he passes by, you catch a whiff of his cologne and almost buckle at the knees. It was earthy with a tinge of a spice that was something completely and utterly Bucky. Closing the door, you turn around to meet the two men who have made themselves at home on your couch. “Well, boys, to what do I owe you the pleasure of your visit this morning?”

“Can’t we just visit our good ol’ friend Y/N?” Steve bats his eyelashes at you.

Placing yourself on the loveseat with your legs pulled up to your chest, you sigh.

“Ok, fine. We need to ask you a huge favor. Actually, Bucky needs to ask you a huge favor, I’m only here for moral support.”

Shaking your head in amusement, you focus your attention on Bucky. “What’d you need, Buck?”

He hesitates, avoiding eye contact with you. “Promise not to laugh, alright?” Bucky looks up at you quickly catching your encouraging nod and persuasive gaze. “I need you to be my girlfriend for my mom’s birthday celebration this weekend.”

“What?” You must have heard him wrong. There’s no way that he asked you what you thought he did… right?

“Never mind, it was stupid.” Bucky abruptly stands, running a hand through his already unruly hair. “I told you this was stupid, Steve.”

Steve opens his mouth to speak but you cut him off. “Hey, wait, it’s not stupid Bucky. You caught me off guard is all.” You pause, thinking over his question much more but when you see his defeated demeanor, you immediately know your reply.

Meeting your eye, he settles himself back on the couch and rubs his balmy palms onto his jeans. “I’m sorry, it’s- well, it’s partially my fault.” Steve narrows his eyes at his friend. “Ok fine. It’s completely my fault. I told my mom I’ve been seeing someone for a while now because she would not stop raving about my perfect cousin’s girlfriend and how proud of him she was that he found someone like her. It finally made me snap. The lie came tumbling out and now she wants to meet my nonexistent girlfriend this weekend for her birthday. So I could either own up to it and make a fool of myself in front of my whole family or-”

“Find yourself a girlfriend in three days,” you finish for him.

“Exactly. I said I would own up to it but Steve here on the other hand thought I should ask someone.” He looks down sheepishly, avoiding your gaze once more.

“So you chose to ask me?” You question, bewildered. They could’ve chosen anyone; Bucky could’ve chosen anyone. You were positive that he wouldn’t even have to ask it as a favor. He wasn’t a playboy like Steve, but he was still as desirable to the female population of Boston University. That you knew for sure. Girls were throwing themselves at Bucky’s feet because of his good looks and natural charm. Despite his slightly closed off and shy persona, people found him intriguing and they were eager to break through his delicate shell to know all about the man that was Bucky Barnes. He could have asked anyone and they would agree in a heartbeat. Yet, he decided to come to you for help. The only question filtering through your head was Why? You must have voiced your thoughts out loud because Steve was answering you with enthused vigor.

“I was thinking about this long and hard when I realized, you’re the type of gal I’d take home to meet my ma,” he answers proudly.

You raise an eyebrow at him, nudging Steve to elaborate.

“Look, you’re kind, respectful, and incredibly good looking,” he pauses and sends you a wink that makes you scoff. “Not to mention that you already know everything about one another because of how close you two are. Just throw in some lovey-dovey pet names and overly irritating PDA and boom, you could easily pass as his girlfriend.”

Your mouth falls open in retaliation, but Steve was right. It was no secret that you were the closest to Bucky out of everyone in your ragtag group of friends. Since the beginning, Bucky had a pull on you unlike anyone else you’ve ever met.

The silence was deafening as Steve and Bucky waited on your response, causing the latter to speak up. “Y/N, you don’t have to-”

“I’ll do it,” you interrupt.

Bucky’s eyes go wide and Steve smiles smugly as if he knew this would happen all along.

“It’s ok, I’ll do it.” You reassure him with a small smile.

He goes from disbelief to glee as he stands up and gathers you in his arms, pulling surprised laughter from your lips. “Thank you,” he chants over and over again. Pressing his lips to the crown of your head he mutters, “I owe you big time. Just say the word and I’ll be there.”

“I’m holding you to that, Barnes,” you mumble against his chest. In his embrace, you pray that he can’t feel the way your heart is hammering in your chest. He has had you in this position plenty of times before but only recently have you realized how different being around him has felt. Not in a bad way, it was anything but. Bucky made you feel warm. He made you feel safe. He made your heart beat a little faster and your palms sweat a little more. He made the rest of the world and all your other worries fade away. Bucky made you feel comfortable. He made you feel whole and it scared you shitless.

_____

You could see the small puffs of smoke from every staggered breath that left your lips as you impatiently stood on the sidewalk with your small suitcase in hand. Only this morning did it hit you right on the head how insane you are for agreeing to pretend to be your best friend’s girlfriend. You spent all morning pacing back and forth in your room as you frantically packed the last of your things while Natasha chastised you about the stupidity of your decision. Replaying her criticisms in your mind as you waited didn’t help with the lump that was threatening to crawl up your throat. The tip of your boot shifted against the snow ever so slightly, practically begging you to run back up to your room, claiming you’ve caught the flu and can’t make it this weekend. The rational side of your brain, however, keeps your other foot glued to the concrete and unable to move. You can’t bail on Bucky. You know deep down that if you asked him to do this for you he’d agree in a heartbeat. With shaky hands, you check the time on your phone to see that Bucky was running ten minutes late. You throw your head back with a groan, cursing the universe for prolonging your anticipation.

Another five minutes of uneven breaths, tapping toes, and jittery hands pass before he’s finally pulling up in Steve’s old blue Volkswagen. If this were any other day you would have giggled at the sight of a man like Bucky Barnes sitting cramped up in the driver’s seat of a vintage blue buggy. But you found no humor in the situation as the adorable blue vehicle would eventually bring you to your demise.

The car door opens with a creak, revealing a disheveled and flustered Bucky as he flies out of the driver's seat. His coat is buttoned all wrong and his scarf is unevenly wrapped around his neck as he makes his way towards you with pink cheeks and a rosy nose. He almost slips as he bends down to grab your suitcase but swiftly recovers as he pops open the trunk. “I’m so sorry I’m late. Steve didn’t come back from some girl’s place until literally an hour ago and Sam’s out of town so I couldn’t use his car. But the drive should only be four and a half hours at most depending on the traffic in the city so I’m confident we could make it in time for dinner with minimal snack and bathroom breaks because I know how you get sometimes with your road trip cravings. Oh, and I brought a mix of some of your favorite CDs for the road-” He slams the trunk with a crooked smile before noticing that you haven’t moved an inch nor reacted to anything he said. “Hey, are you ok?” Bucky asks you softly as he makes his way towards you. Noticing the way your brows are pulled together and the creases upon your forehead he knows you must be in a deep state of thought. “If this is too much for you, I’ll understand if you back out now.”

His words knock you out of your trance state and you harshly gulp, releasing all of your pent up worries from the night before. “No, no I’m not backing out, Buck. I’m just-I’m scared. What if they don’t like me? Or they know that we’re lying and kick me out? Or, oh, or what if they expect me over for Christmas? We can’t just fake date forever.”

Bucky nods, acknowledging your worries. He isn’t surprised that those thoughts were racing through your head; those same ones kept him up all night as well, especially that last one. He knew the two of you couldn’t fake date forever. Even if you guys could pull it off, it would physically create a tear in his heart to have you in the way he always wanted but never be able to really call you his. This plan was risque enough as it is, trying to make this work without his feelings getting in the way. But Steve was confident that pretending that you were already his girlfriend would make it easier for him to confess how he felt at the weekend’s end. Harboring his crush on you since the first year of college was harrowing enough and this situation presented itself as the perfect moment for him to finally act on it after three years of waiting. Bucky takes it upon himself to hold it together for the two of you as he gently grasps your shoulders. Rubbing his gloved hands gently up and down the length of your arms, he feels your taut muscles finally begin to relax as he says, “We’ve got four and a half hours to figure that out, sweetheart. C’mon let’s get in the car and we could work it out later, ok?”

The new nickname has a trembling sigh leaving your lips at his touch and you begrudgingly nod, stepping into the car.

Bucky settles into the driver's seat and sends you a pleased smile as he taps the glove compartment proudly. “I promised you a full road trip mix, so have at it.”

A timid grin graces your lips at his thoughtfulness that sends a shiver up your spine and a flutter in your stomach. You open the glove compartment and take out the plethora of classic CDs he has stored, skimming through them in excitement, your previous discomfort fading away with each disc you come across. Popping Fleetwood Mac’s Rumours into the stereo, the first notes of “Second Hand News” has you sinking into the leather seat with a newfound calmness.

The first two hours of the trip were a breeze. Singing at the top of your lungs and light hearted conversations filtered between you two as Bucky drove down the interstate. The scenery had you in a state of awe as you frantically took pictures of everything you passed, eager to show them to Wanda once you returned.

Once it hit the three hour mark and you started to recognize the New York landscape, your nerves began creeping up on you. The bouncing of your leg resumed as you picked at the skin of your lips. You were itching to ask Bucky how he wanted you to act around his family. If he could give you a quick rundown of what his parents found likable in his cousin’s girlfriend you could somehow replicate it subtly to make sure they like you as much as possible. Maybe he could give you just a little something to calm your nerves for the remainder of the ride. “Hey, Buck?”

He hums in response, not taking his gaze off the road as he taps his thumb against the steering wheel to the melody of Killer Queen.

“Do you think we could work it out now?” You cringe at how desperate you sound.

Bucky quickly shoots you a concerned look at your words. “Yeah, go for it.”

You nod, taking a sip of water from the bottle in your lap at the feeling of dryness at the back of your throat. “I just think we should set some ground rules.”

“Ground rules?”

“Uh, like the do’s and don’ts of our fake relationship.” You don’t see that your emphasis on the word ‘fake’ makes Bucky’s cheek twitch.

“Right.” He pauses for a moment to regain his composure. “Well, I was thinking we could just wing it.”

“Wing it…”

“Yeah. If you really want to lay down some ground rules then we definitely can, but I thought we’d just go for it. Like Steve said, y’know? Throw in some PDA and pet names. All that good stuff.” You’re hesitant to agree to his plan. He could tell by the way you shifted towards the window and won’t meet his gaze.

“I guess that could work. Oh, but what about our backstory? How’d we meet? When did we start dating? What’s the meat of our relationship?”

Bucky attempts to stifle a laugh and you crinkle your nose, registering what you said.

“Let me rephrase that.” Smacking him lightly on the shoulder you giggle, “What are the main parts of our relationship?”

“Well, how we met is an easy one. Through our mutual friends Steve and Natasha. Next question.”

“Ok, how did you ask me out?”

“It was a spur of the moment thing. I’m not a believer in all those elegantly planned out ways to ask someone out. So I asked when I felt the moment was right. It was during our weekly movie night while we were watching “The Lord of the Rings” trilogy and you were sprawled on the couch with your legs plopped right on my lap when I knew I wanted to do this forever. That I wanted you to be my girl.” Bucky shrugs nonchalantly as he answers. He didn’t need to think long and hard about it because it was true. He did want to ask you out that night. He wanted to so badly. But his words got caught in his throat when you looked at him all adorably doe eyed and asked him to turn up the heater.

Your lips part at the sweetness of his words as a scalding heat crawls up your neck to your cheeks. “Nice one,” you barely squeak out. “Hmm… how long have we been together?”

“Six months, obviously,” he cheekily grins.

“Obviously,” you shake your head with a playful roll of your eyes. “What about your parents? What should I do? How should I act?”

“Don’t worry about that, darling. Trust me, they’ll love you just the way you are.”

“Oh, you’re really playing into this whole couple thing, huh?” You question as you try to shield your enamored state. “Save it for your family, lover boy.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Bucky mumbles with an affectionate smile overcoming his features.

The remainder of the ride is mostly silent between the two of you, bar the small comments you make about the scenery or Bucky’s deep timbre as he hums along to the songs on the stereo. When the two of you finally pull up to his childhood home, Bucky has to practically drag you out of the car to get to the front door. Your anxiety caused your body to go stiff and unable to move. Bucky had to drape his arm around your shoulders and pull you into his warmth to get you to come to.

Meeting the Barnes’ went smoother than you possibly could’ve expected. You thought a heavy awkwardness would hang in the air as you entered their home but the second you passed through the doorway, Winnifred Barnes was gathering you into her arms like one of her own. She rocks you back and forth holding you close enough that you could smell her rose scented perfume. His father, George, gives you an affectionate squeeze on the shoulder before offering to take your bag upstairs. Mrs. Barnes and Bucky’s younger sister Rebecca shower you in attention, overwhelming you just a bit as they hurry you over to the couch to sit down. All the while, you glance at Bucky with wide eyes as you try to answer all of his family’s questions.

Bucky shakes his head in amusement as he takes in the sight of you being smothered by his family. He felt slightly bad for you as you looked his way but he couldn’t help the small part of him that enjoyed seeing you surrounded by his family. Something inside of him shifted then, causing him to pry you away from his mother and sister.

“Alright, alright, we’ve had a long ride here so if you don’t mind I’d like to take my girlfriend upstairs to rest please, and thank you.” Bucky pointedly looks at his family. Excusing yourselves from the living room, he leads you by the hand up the stairs and to the bedroom at the end of the hall.

Walking in behind him, you look around the blue painted room in awe. There’s a bookshelf full of classics from “The Hobbit” to Harper Lee’s “To Kill a Mockingbird.”

“Now I understand why you’re an english major,” you lightly joke.

Bucky only shakes his head in amusement.

An old fashioned phonogram sits in the corner of the room while a box of records sits underneath. The bed that is covered in checkered black and blueprint is surrounded by New York Mets memorabilia at the head. However, it’s the picture frame on the nightstand that captures most of your attention. Kneeling, you gingerly grab the faded frame and brush away the dust that has accumulated on the glass. A gentle smile graces your lips as you look from the frame to the others on the wall. In some of them you find a familiar blond despite his scrawny appearance. But all of them held one thing in common: a dark haired, bright eyed boy with a big smile and thick specs. “James, I didn’t know you wore glasses,” you breathe as you turn to Bucky.

His gaze darts down to the floor as he smiles bashfully at you. He runs a hand through his hair making the light pink dust on his cheeks more noticeable. “Yeah, I used to wear them as a kid,” he tells you. “Now I prefer using contacts.”

“Oh. Well, I like the glasses. They made you look so cute.”

Your comment is spoken so softly Bucky would’ve thought he imagined what you said if it weren’t for the fond look on your face. He observes the way your eyes flit back and forth across the room and bobs his head as if permitting you to roam about the space.

A hint of a smile finds your face as you go around the room absorbing every little detail that lands in your sight. You thought you knew everything about your best friend, but being here in such an intimate setting– meeting his family, staying in his childhood home– made you want to know everything and more.

Bucky’s sudden silence has you worried that you’ve crossed a line that you weren’t supposed to. “You alright?” You ask him, slightly alarmed.

A shaky breath leaves his lips at the sound of your voice. It takes him a moment to recompose himself but when he does, he’s back to his lighthearted self; diminishing any tension that has gathered in your moment of silence. “Oh, I’m fine. Fourteen year old James, however, can’t believe that there’s a pretty girl other than his mom in his room.”

You snicker, shifting uneasily on the balls of your feet to steady your racing heart. “Careful now Barnes, if you keep that up you might run out of compliments before the end of the weekend,” you mockingly tsk.

“For you, doll? I could never,” he swiftly responds with no doubt in his mind.

Your mouth falls open, leaving you standing there looking like a fish out of water, unable to think of a comeback for his all too sugary sweet words.

Bucky laughs fondly at your astounded expression and takes your hand back in his, almost as if it were second nature, tugging you out of the room. “Let me give you the rest of the house tour so we’re not late for dinner, yeah?”

Dinner went just as smoothly as when you met his parents. The more time you spent with the Barnes’, it occurred to you that everything about them felt natural. From the way they talked amongst themselves as if it were a normal family dinner to the way they made sure you never ran out of food or water, you found yourself loosening up. You contributed to the conversation and joke around a bit with Bucky’s sister. You helped Winnifred clean up– despite her constant protests. You even told them the countless stories you had of Bucky as they exchanged some of their own.

Once the dinner was over, the five of you migrated to the living room where you sat comfortably nestled against Bucky’s side as his mother showed you his childhood photo albums. The feeling of his arm thrown around your shoulder as his thumb gently rubs against your skin goes unnoticed as you sink into the familiarity of his touch, settling into the crook of his neck rightfully so.

You don’t remember when you fell asleep nor how you got upstairs when you woke up in Bucky’s old bedroom. Stretching your arms over your head and carefully peeling away the blankets settled on your skin, you scan your surroundings. Your eyes land upon a makeshift bed at your feet that was clearly used the night before. You frown at the sight, feeling guilty that you fell asleep and left Bucky to spend the night on the hardwood floor.

You quickly prepare for the day before heading downstairs when the smell of a freshly homemade breakfast overwhelms your senses.

“There ya are, Sleeping Beauty.” Bucky brightly grins at you from the stove with his arms wide open as he beckons you to come closer.

You plant your gaze at your feet, shuffling towards him as that flutter you’ve come to know all too well blooms once again in your stomach.

When you’re close enough, Bucky wraps you up in his arms and peppers a soft kiss to your temple. “Morning, sunshine.”

A groggy, “good morning,” escapes your lips as your eyes attempt to slip shut in his warm hold.

“Where’s the rest of your family, Buck?” you ask once you realize just how quiet the dining room is compared to the night before.

“They’re out in the backyard preparing for mom’s birthday barbeque.”

Your head abruptly shoots up, almost hitting his stubbled chin. “What’re you still doing in here then?”

He chuckles, plating the last of the blueberry pancakes that are on the stove, and leads you to the dining table. “I made you some breakfast. I had some done earlier, but you woke up so late that my dad ate it all before you could get up,” he huffs.

You wince embarrassedly, looking at the clock that read 10:30. “Sorry… but hey, in my defense you know I’m not a morning person.”

“Boy, do I know it. That’s why I let you sleep in.”

“You’re an angel, James Barnes.” You smile gratefully at him as he serves you a plate of eggs and blueberry pancakes. Your favorite. Shoveling the food into your mouth you moan at the delicious taste on your tongue. You already know that Bucky’s a great cook, yet his food never fails to surprise you. Taking a quick sip of orange to wash down your meal, you put down your utensils, pausing in your delectable meal to rest your stomach. “So, boyfriend, what’s our game plan for this barbeque?”

Without a second thought, he replies, “Make small talk and stay right by my side. It’s simple, but it’ll get us through the night.”

“Alright, I could do that.”

“Cool.”

———

It’s amazing how a few hours could completely change your entire world. After rounds of meeting Bucky’s relatives and close family friends, the feeling of his hand on the small of your back and his lips pressed against your cheek felt like second nature. Within a few hours, you’ve completely molded yourself into Bucky Barnes’s girlfriend. The strange thing was that you didn’t mind. If anything, you wanted it. You craved the nicknames and his touch, his attention.

The two of you have gathered with his cousins now, after telling them a little bit about yourself, listening to even more stories of the Barnes’ childhood. The group erupts into boisterous laughter at one of the stories of Bucky’s younger cousin, Justin, as he explains how he made a fool of himself when asking out his girlfriend Stephanie.

“I’m telling ya, I almost hurled right there on the linoleum floor!” he bursts out. When the laughter from the group finally dies down, he speaks up again. “But seriously, Buck, how did you manage to ask Y/N out without losing your guts?”

From where you sit beside him, Bucky tightens his hold on your hand that’s in his ever so slightly. He flashes you a confident smile as he replies, never taking his eyes off of you. “Y/N just made it so easy. Being with her, being in love with her is easy. I had no problem asking her out at all. Not when I knew we were meant to be together.”

Stephanie cooes from beside Justin with a hand over her heart. “Oh my god, that’s so romantic!”

You grimace as everyone gushes over you and Bucky’s relationship; the attention becoming all too much makes you stand abruptly, startling Bucky enough to release from your hold. “I-I need to use the restroom.”

You bolt away from the group so fast that Bucky barely has time to chase after you, a look of worry and longing etched onto his face. Was it something he said?

Fumbling with the lock on the bathroom door, you mumble out a set of curses as you think of Bucky’s words again.

Being in love with her is easy.

In love. He said he was in love with you. Those words broke you from the spell of playing his unassuming girlfriend and made you realize you’re in too deep. You knew the relationship was fake. You knew that coming into this. Then why did it hurt so bad?

Your nose starts to burn as you pull out your phone from your pocket frantically thumbing through your contacts. You hold your phone up to your ear–the ringing on the other end feeling like it has been going on for eternity. Finally, the ringing stops, and you're met with the voice you’ve been dying to hear on the other line.

“Hello?”

“Tasha…” you whisper, choking back a sob.

“Oh, honey, is everything alright? Aren’t you still at Bucky’s?” she asks you tensely.

You nod, forgetting she can’t see you from the other side. “You were right. I was stupid to think I could last the whole weekend like this.”

The sound of a sigh passes through the phone. “What happened?”

“It hurts, Nat. It hurts so bad,” you wail into the speaker, no longer carrying that the tears have fallen from your lash line. “It hurts to have him this way knowing he’ll never truly be mine.” Another cry falls from your lips.

“Y/N, I thought you were going to tell him how you feel.”

“I want to. I really do, but I can’t. I can’t lose him. I’d rather have him like this than not at all,” you confess.

“Then what’s the problem?”

“When we were talking with his cousins he said… he said he was in love with me.”

“That’s a good thing!” she exclaims, her voice full of hope. “Right?”

“No, no it’s not because he said it so easily Nat! The way someone could even say something like that so easily without meaning it– it’d have to be fake. And his family? God, I love his family. They’re just so kind and loving and everything I wish I had. It’s not fair to them. It’s not fair that I wormed my way into their perfect family and it’s not fair for me to want it because they were never mine to begin with! I got too attached and now I have to pay the price.”

“Why? Why do you always do this to yourself, Y/N? Why do you have to throw away all of the good you have? You have a good man that you have a good relationship with right in front of you and you’re throwing it all away. I may not know James as well as you do but I know for a fact that the reason why it slipped from him so easily is that it’s true.” She pauses, taking a breath. “That man looks at you like you’re his entire world. You’re just too blind to see it.”

“Natasha-”

“I know that it’s hard to open up your heart again to someone, especially after what happened with…” She decides not to bring up his name. “But Bucky’s not him and you know that. He would never just throw your love away.”

“You don’t know that,” you hiss, starting to get irritated that Natasha isn’t taking your side. “You don’t know that.

“I know I don’t.” Hearing the sniffles coming from your end of the line, she softens. “You’re strong. Probably one of the strongest people I know. And you’re absolutely incredible. Take a deep breath, Y/N. Wipe those tears, pull yourself together, and go out there and be the best fake girlfriend you could be, ok? This weekend will be over before you know it and you’ll be back in the dorm. When you get back, why don’t we invite Wanda over for a girl’s night? You’ve spent enough time around boys.”

You softly exhale, taking in her words and calming your speeding heart rate. “Yeah, yeah ok Nat. I’m sorry for spiraling on you-”

“It’s ok. I get it. Now go back to that party. Bucky’s probably wondering where you went.”

You exchange your goodbyes before making your way back out. As you walk, you take Nat’s advice, breathing deeply in and out, trying not to think about what has been said.

Bucky’s still with his cousins when you get back though he looks tense. His hands are wrung together on his lap and his shoulders are hunched over. Once he catches sight of you weaving your way through the backyard, his tense demeanor dissipates and his blue eyes brighten. He gets up, dismissing himself from the group, and jogs over to you.

“Is everything alright?” He asks you. His eyes scan over your form as he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you close.

You swallow harshly and forcefully smile as you meet his gaze. “Everything’s fine. Just a little stomach ache is all.” Liar.

Bucky frowns, detecting the sincerity in your voice. “Are you sure you’re ok?”

“James,” you sighed exasperatedly.

“Ok, ok. I’m just making sure.” Pulling you close, he presses his lips to your forehead. “You’d tell me if something was wrong, right?” he mumbles against the skin.

You nod against the fabric of his tee-shirt; your stomach feeling heavy at his actions. “Of course.”

You should’ve known that Bucky knew you better. You should’ve known he could see through your lies.

_____

The rest of the weekend is spent in silence between the two of you. You were doing everything you could to not make it obvious that you were avoiding him by spending time with his mother and sister claiming, It’s a good way for you to get to know them.

Bucky was always not too far behind, watching from a distance as you talked and laughed with his family. His heart grew warm at the sight. Especially after seeing how well you fit in with his family, Bucky realized that you looked right where you belonged. Nonetheless, he noticed the coldness you gave him after you ran off to the bathroom that night. All he wanted to do was grab you by the shoulders and beg you to tell him why. Yet you never opened up to him, no matter how hard he tried.

The sudden shift between normalcy and pure ignorance hurt him. You’d act perfectly fine when you were around his family but pull away the instant they were gone and it was killing him.

It was finally when the two of you got home that he confronted you about it.

“Hey,” he says softly as he pulls up to the dorms. “What happened this weekend? We were good and then-”

“Stop, Bucky,” you interrupt as those tears threaten to fall once more. “I’m sorry. I know. We were good, great even. It’s my fault for getting attached.”

“Y/N-”

Throwing the car door open, you hastily grab your suitcase from the trunk and speed over to the dorm doors.

“Y/N, hang on a second,” Bucky calls out, desperately trying to reach you but you’re already at the door.

“Thank you, for this weekend, for everything. But I’m sorry.” Sending him one last sorrowful look, you slam the door to the dorms and hurry away.

All the while Bucky stands there with his heart in his hands and sadness in his eyes. He was supposed to tell you the truth. He was supposed to finally make you his. Maybe you were trying to tell him all this time that you just didn’t feel that way about him. But he was too caught up in a daydream as he pretended you were his. Bucky knew everything about this weekend felt too good to be true. He should’ve known it was all just sweet reverie.

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(AO3) Bucky is sure Steve, his mission, is telling the truth the moment he throws himself into the water after him and from that moment on he remembers everything. Everything.

For @stuckybingo Round three: SB045 N2- Soldier Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluffy Ending, Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug, POV Bucky Barnes, Post-Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Post-Captain America: Civil War (Movie), there are no more movies after those so I ignore them,Bucky Barnes Feels, Nothing New Under The Sun Notes: An anon sent me an ask that just said "angst" and three hours later, this is here. I don't even know! it is rushed and nothing new under the sun, just some headcanons stitched into some kind of a ficlet… it’s been therapeutic to take the step to write and post it even if it’s nothing new, even if it’s rushed, just because I enjoyed sitting there smashing the keyboard. So thank you anon for that, too!. Sorry for the mistakes and for the angst, remember i posted utter flufinness yesterday?

Bucky is sure Steve, his mission, is telling the truth the moment he throws himself into the water after him, and from that moment on he remembers everything. Everything. Good, bad, and all the scale of greys in between.

(He remembers the feverish cold in the mountains when he fell. He remembers Steve kissing him for the first time in a dark alley on their way back from seeing “It happened one night”. He remembers knives and blood and dying bodies under his hands. He remembers his mother’s loving fingers over his scraped knees.)

He doesn’t sleep for two nights after the river.

On the third day, he ventures into the Smithsonian to make sure his mind is not playing tricks on him and hoping against hope it’s all some weird mirage. That he is not Bucky Barnes, that he is not the Winter Soldier. That he is just a random man with a concussion who has somebody desperately looking for him (“Steve is looking for you, he will be looking for you until the end of the line. You know because you’ll do the same”, a voice he tries to silence insists on screaming inside his head.)

And he is sure he’s not that random man as soon as he lays an eye on the first picture of the exhibition, the same way he knows most of the printed texts have mistakes (“He,… I , was born in 1917,” he thinks. “Steve was the one from ‘18. And I would have never enlisted to go to that fucking war. They made me.”)

He glares at himself in pictures and the confirmation hurts. But it hurts even more to see Steve as he remembers him from before (from the schoolyard, the hood fights, the movie nights, the hidden kisses, the slow dancing inside their home, the cold winters they fought by sharing their body heat), and from after (from a cold cell in Austria, a desperate fuck in the forest, a laughing fit in the middle of a mission, a disappearing face as he fell backwards). It hurts more because he feels the pull of his muscle memory aching to go find him.

Every part of Bucky wants to go to Steve and tell him that he is back and that he remembers; to ask for his help to figure out what to do with the memories.

He doesn’t.

The nightmares, the fear of losing his will, of hurting more people (haven’t you done that enough?), the guilt,.. It all weighs too much. He waits until he is sure Steve is out of the hospital (he watches from the other side of the street), and he disappears with the only company of an empty backpack where he carefully places the Smithsonian’s brochure that has Captain America’s (Steve’s) face on it.

He hops countries for a year and he doesn’t exchange a single word with anybody for six months. His backpack gets heavier and heavier with little notebooks where he vomits all the words that he won’t say out loud, unconsciously leaving random little spaces where he feels like a drawing or sketch would complete the page. They are good memories, those little flashes between nightmares where he can see the man he was and not the ruthless asset they forced him to be.

Fourteen months after he left DC, he finds himself in Bucharest. Fourteen months and too many cargo planes and trains and cars. He is tired (never sleeps too much, because that’s where the horrible dreams find him) and the backpack keeps getting heavier and heavier.

He doesn’t plan to stay, but somehow he does: He gets a job as a night guard where he only sees the other outcasts who work previous and next shift from him, and he rents an apartment that he pays through three other guys.

The few people who talk to him call him Stefan. He was Esteban in Mexico, Istefanos in Turkey and Stefano for two days in Italy. It wasn't deliberate the first time, but he found comfort in being called by his name, in hearing it out loud, and in being allowed to play with the name on his lips from time to time.

He uses his extensive training (as a soldier and as someone he won’t think about) to always keep an eye on the news, on any clues (for Hydra, of course, but also for Steve. He knows Steve has to be looking for him, he’s not fooling himself) but there are none, radio silence. That steady silence is the reason why his notebooks move from the backpack to the apartment, why he starts exchanging a few words with the shopkeepers when he buys his food, why he goes to a shop where they sell books by the weight and why he starts reading again.

He loses himself in fiction, and the flashing moments of peace he gets from it take him by surprise and become another link to the Bucky he once was.

It’s been two years and fifty eight days since he took Steve out of the water and himself out of Hydra’s hands when he sees Steve again: his back to him and one of his notebooks between his hands. He takes a few seconds that he probably doesn’t have just to look at Steve standing there.

He’s dressed like a soldier (a Captain), but when he turns around at the feeling of Bucky’s presence, he looks just like Steve. Neither of them are breathing as much as they need, too overwhelmed with feelings, but working hard on keeping their minds fresh for drawing a strategy.

It’s been more than seventy one years since Bucky last said “Steve” to the right person and with the right intent when he lets it out into the world again, and when he does it feels so raw that he has to remind himself of why he is hiding (not safe for Steve, he is not worth risking it all, guilt) in order to back out a little, trying to gain some emotional distance hoping he can fool Steve.

(“I read about you in a museum.”)

Of course he doesn’t fool him, how could he?

The men start coming in through the windows, and he lets his instincts guide his movements until he’s jumping off the building and trying to run free.

He doesn’t stop to think how he synced his moments with Steve’s in half a second and without talking. He doesn’t stop to think how electric everything felt when he touched Steve’s shoulder.

And he doesn’t stop to think about how his ears keep buzzing minutes after Steve called him “Buck”, how he had made it sound so intimate that a lazy October afternoon in Brooklyn from a lifetime ago appeared before his eyes (entangled legs, young hearts, careless laughs, moaned “Buck ”.)

He tries to run from it all (protect, protect, protect ) but they catch them.

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It’s seventy three years since he fell, four years since he took Steve out of the Potomac, a year since he went out of cryo and six hours since his mind was fully his again when Steve (bearded, sweaty, sex-haired, naked, and plastered to his side inside their warm hut in Wakanda) breaks their momentary silence.

“I have a present for you, Buck,” he says, extending his arm over Bucky while trying to reach something.

“I don’t think I have energy for another present right now.”

Bucky’s joke is way too evident but it makes them chuckle. Steve kisses him on the lips as an answer and leaves a heavy tote bag over Bucky’s naked stomach.

“Nat collected some favours and we located most of your notebooks in a vault a few months ago; she recently retrieved them and sent them here. I figured that since you finally own your mind now, it was time for you to own your memories, too.”

He’s told Steve about the notebooks a thousand times since he woke up, about how writing down the happy moments that popped into his brain helped him find himself beyond the horrors. About how he stayed awake writing them to keep the nightmares at bay.

Bucky takes Steve’s hand with his right one and places them (joined) over his heart, then he opens one of the little books with his new vibranium one and smiles.

“They are yours, too,” he says before he starts reading out loud.

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OK SO brina what's your final verdict on the show,, bc i was gonna watch it but decided not to bc mcu clint already makes me sour + adding mcu's take on kate wld make me go insane irl. but then i saw your liveblogging posts & now i'm lowkey confused ksdskfjjdk 😭 sorry this got too long but basically yeah as a comic fan will i smash my keyboard from the rage while watching hawkeye??

ok ok so overall, it’s unfortunately not terrible??? lmao like it was a lot more enjoyable than i was anticipating, especially in terms of kate’s character. spoilers ahead

clint is boring and i honestly was just on my phone during his scenes. i only paid attention to him when kate was also there, but mostly just to yell like gET A JOB STAY AWAY FROM HER klafjdlfalsd. like renner just feels like he’s trying too hard, and there’s his silly little family that i don’t care about. the only moment i kindddd of felt something, was when he sees nat in the musical and seems like he’s kind of having a panic attack or something for a hot second.

the mcu version of kate’s backstory could’ve been better, but it makes sense in the context of the mcu. i still think it would’ve totally worked for them to have had kate pick up the hawkeye mantle during the time clint was ronin or something, and it could’ve matched up a bit better with the way 616 kate joins the young avengers and takes up the hawkeye mantle while clint is dead/believed to be dead, and she’s picked up combat skills like archery at school because she goes to a fancy school that just like...offers those things lol. )i know her later comics retcon some of this but...i don’t care for it so..). because here in the mcu, it’s set up more like ok, hawkeye helped save her during the battle of new york so she’s been a fan since childhood and she also has this “i need to protect my family” complex which leads to her learning archery, fencing, and other stuff at her fancy schools lol. and she ends up as a “vigilante” in just kind of a fluke situation when there’s an attack at a party she’s at + the ronin suit happens to be there (trying to stay kind of vague srry), and she meets clint that same night when she gets caught on the news and he goes looking for her. it’s still reminicscent of her start with the young avengers and when she meets clint in young avengers presents i guess. like it worked and it was entertaining, but i probably still would’ve preferred that she’d been doing some of this on her own for a while because i love confident, self-assured kate when it comes to her abilities and such, and her fully choosing to become a superhero was something i really enjoyed in the comics. but we’re just gonna be watching her get to that point instead of starting there i think (she’s competent for sure, but still very fresh obviously).

but aside from that, mcu kate is a pretty good balance between being a spoiled brat know-it-all (lol there’s a scene where her mom totally calls her out on being young and rich and thinking she can just get away with anything), and the funny chaotic stuff. like she can go back and forth between being kind of awkward and out of her element, to kind of manipulative and mean, to just a bratty kid with ease. it’s not far off from what hailee’s done with her other big roles, but she does it well. i really wasn’t very bothered by her portrayal or the writing for her, or the general plotline so far. and maya’s entrance was cool, i can’t wait for more of her!! clint sucks tho.

#sorry this ended up longer than expected lkasjdfklas #b.inbox #anon #hawkeye spoilers

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Beauty & Her Beast

CHAPTER 1

Another Blix story, I know. I always wanted to write her into the Marvel-verse and this was one of many ideas that I came up with: Blix as a mutant. I want to eventually add mutants to this world. This chapter goes through Civil War, and the rest will follow through the other movies and eventually the tv show. There will also be flashbacks to how they met, and missions etc in later chapters.

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Steve was after Rumlow; chasing him down in a marketplace in Lagos. The chase ended as he caught up to him, throwing punches left and right. Rumlow gauntlets had hidden blades that he attempted to stab Steve with.

It took several more powerful blows until Rumlow was on his knees, ripping his helmet off. Steve stumbled over to him, breathing hard.

He frowned upon seeing the extensive burns on Rumlow’s face.

“All things considering, I think I turned out okay,” Rumlow weakly joked.

“It’s over Rumlow. You’ve lost,” Steve stated staring down at him.

“He remembered you,” Rumlow began with a pant.

Steve stared at him confused, “Wha-”

“Your buddy, your pal, your Bucky. Got all weepy about it. Looking for him, right? You won’t be able to find him. Not unless you find her,” He teased, further distracting Steve.

“Her who?” Steve questioned.

“My old second. She’d know where to find him. Hell, I’d bet money she’s with him right now. Too bad you’ll never learn that,” Rumlow ended showing the detonator he had in his hand.

He pressed it, Steve jerked his shield to protect himself from the blast, but it didn’t explode as he expected. Steve looked around and spotted Wanda using her magic to contain the explosion. She tried to redirect it to explode in the air, but her power went awry. The exploding sphere crashed into a building, injuring many.

The days that followed were tense as the damage done in Lagos gained more attention, especially when it was revealed that there were emissaries from Wakanda that were killed.

When Steve and Wanda were requested to meet with the rest of the team and the Secretary of State, he knew nothing good would come of it.

They were presented with the Sokovian Accords. As they discussed what happened, Steve turned to Natasha.

“Nat. Rumlow… mentioned I should look for his former second. Do you know who that was?” Steve asked trying to make sense of what he was told.

“I’m guessing you’re not referring to Rollins?” Sam asked sitting down, wondering where this was going.

“Rollins was his third in command for quite some time. His previous second? Her name was Blix. She never… gave a last name. In fact, no one even knew her age. She was strong, and… I remember hearing rumors about her having some sort of power, but no one knew what. Well. Rumlow probably did, they dated for a time,” Natasha explained thinking on it.

“So. Her connection to Bucky would also be a mystery,” Steve concluded with a sigh.

Natasha nodded with a frown.

“There… should be some photos of her though,” Natasha noted as she typed on the table’s keyboard.

A moment later they were shown a file, that was mostly blacked out and several data points incomplete. Her face appeared, and Steve studied it for a moment.

She had brown hair, green eyes, facial scars on tanned skin. The only info they really had beyond that was a note that stated she had left SHIELD of her own accord and it was marked a month and a half before the events of the Lemurian Star.

“Does it say why she left?” Steve wondered looking over the file trying to find some sort of clue.

“No. But I did hear something about… getting badly injured. She almost died and that led to her leaving,” Natasha replied crossing her arms.

“Sorry. Why is this important?” Tony cut in, tired of this redirection.

“Rumlow said that if I wanted to find Bucky, I need to find her. But she may already be with him,” Steve explained tiredly as his phone went off.

“So. You’re looking for a ghost with a ghost? Awesome. Great,” Tony snarked rolling his eyes.

“Listen, I-” Steve began his phone buzzing again.

A text message came in, stating that she had died in her sleep.

The she in question, he knew was Peggy, and he felt his heart drop. He knew it was inevitable, but it didn’t stop the sting of it.

He got up stating he had to go, and as he made his way downstairs, he paused. Everything felt like it was crashing all around him. He knew he had to focus on one thing at a time, but he was not signing the Accords. Not unless he knew what they were getting into with them.

A few days later, he was in London, at Peggy’s funeral. He thought about what could have been, but he also thought about his life since waking up a few years back. He had been fairly happy, and he knows once he finds Bucky again, his life would feel semi-normal again. Beyond that, it was nice to have Peggy back in his life, even if it was just for a short time.

He was thrown off his stroll down memory lane when Sam nudged him, directing his attention to the current speaker. The “nurse” who spied on him. She introduced herself as Sharon, Peggy’s niece.

The service went on, and Natasha told him about who signed the Accords, and how she was on her way to Geneva to be a representative of it. Steve refused to go; he couldn’t trust what these documents would lead to. He couldn’t risk potentially being under someone’s rule, their thumb, when innocent lives were in harm’s way.

Barely two hours later, there had been an attack at the conference. They were scrambling to figure out what had happened. All they knew, was someone matching Bucky’s description was seen near the crime scene. Everyone was determined to paint Bucky as the villain, and everyone was on high alert for him.

Steve knew one thing: he had to get to Bucky first before anyone else. There had to be a logical explanation for this.

Sharon was able to give him a slight head start, which he appreciated. He was in Bucharest, Romania within an hour. It didn’t take long to find the apartment Bucky was hiding in. Steve stepped inside cautiously, looking around.

He spied two mugs sitting on the counter and spotted some gear that was nowhere near meant to fit Bucky.

“What are you doing here?” Came Bucky’s voice behind him.

Steve turned around and tried to explain the situation as Sam told him that the building was surrounded by cops.

Suddenly he felt a presence behind him, and he glanced back to see the woman, Blix, holding a gun pointed at him. She slowly circled around to his front, standing protectively in front of Bucky.

“We are surrounded. We need to move quickly, Soldat,” She spoke, her voice slightly gravelly.

“This doesn’t have to end violently. I want to hear his side of the story,” Steve tried to explain calmly, looking around hearing all the cops approaching their location.

“We’ve been here for months. As far as I am aware, Bucky does not have the power to be in two places at once. I could possibly find a mutant or two who has that power, but it wasn’t us,” Blix said heatedly.

“Then come with me and explain that to the others. Because so far, they all think he set that bomb,” Steve pleaded.

“We’re out of time,” Blix whispered to Bucky in Russian.

SWAT busted through the windows, and Steve and Bucky began to fight them off. Bucky threw a piece of furniture to further block the door, as police tried to bash it down.

“Bucky! Stop! You’re going to kill someone!” Steve shouted at him.

Bucky grunted as he smashed a cop into the floorboards, to reveal the hidey hole that had his stuff in it.

“I’m not going to kill anyone,” Bucky growled as he grabbed the bag, before tossing Steve out of the window.

Blix grabbed her stuff, dodging flying bodies as the guys fought. One cop tried to grab her arm, and she quickly twisted his arm around, slamming her palm into his shoulder, dislocating it, before tossing him into the wall, knocking him out.

When Steve was thrown out, she moved over to Bucky.

“Get to that roof. I’ll meet you there,” Bucky tells her as he made to move to the door.

She nodded, “Be quick.”

Using her power, feeling shadows all around her, she teleported from the apartment to the roof across the way. As she waited, she would use her powers to stop cops from entering the apartment building. She would send the ones repelling from the roof to random locations far away from the building.

Five minutes passed, and Bucky came bursting through a lower window, landing on the roof in a roll. He snatched up his bag, took her hand and they ran forward. Suddenly Bucky was tackled, and in turn so was she, by a man in an elaborate cat suit. Bucky shoved her out of the way as they fought, trying to protect her.

When the guy had Bucky pinned, claws desperately reaching for Bucky’s face, Blix acted. She moved forward and whistled for his attention. As he glanced up, she threw her foot upward in a kick aimed at his face. He moved to dodge, allowing Bucky to rollaway.

A helicopter whirled above them; a cop was shooting bullets at them. It was quickly knocked out of the sky by a man wearing a flight suit. Steve, who had caught up, was trying to stop the man who attacked them. Blix and Bucky took that as the opportunity to run.

When they got close to the edge, Bucky suddenly picked her up, holding her to him as he jumped down, his metal arm grabbing ahold of the side of the building to slow their descent.

As they straightened up, and rushed down a busy street, Blix grumbled, “Really wish you would give more warning when you’re going to do that.”

They ran hard, racing out onto a busy highway; Bucky, after tossing the driver, stole a motorcycle and Blix hopped onto the back with him.

Bucky was dodging cars left and right, trying to outrun their pursuers. Blix ducked under one of his arms, swinging around to face the opposite direction. She pulled out her handgun, shooting at the tires of the police cars. She disabled several before turning her attention to the man who was chasing them.

She tried to aim at his legs/feet, trying to either trip him up or hinder him. He dodged the bullets easily. Her clip ran out, and she grabbed a small grenade from her pack. She threw it up at the ceiling, causing a small explosion. It did them no good as the man caught up to them and caused the motorcycle to crash by swiping at the wheel.

Blix held onto Bucky, using her powers to try and lessen the blow as they skid to a stop.

Bucky muttered, “I hate when you do that. Guess I deserved it.”

“Would you rather I have road rash? Cause… unlike you… I don’t have super healing,” She groaned, the crash having landed both him and the bike onto her.

They got up as Steve and the man in flight suit, caught up to them. They were both staring at the man in the cat suit, trying to figure out who he was.

There was a loud CLUNK as a man in a silver iron-man suit appeared and informed them that they were under arrest. Blix and Bucky sighed simultaneously; annoyed by everything. Blix quietly held her hands up in surrender as an officer walked up to her to take her things. A pair of cuffs was placed on her and she was escorted to a car, alongside Steve and the other 2 men.

Bucky was taken into a separate car and placed in a glass box. Blix glared at it angrily; he was being treated like an animal and it infuriated her.

As they were taken away, the man she sat next to, Sam as she found out, began talking…

“So… you like cats?” Sam asked T’Challa, who simply sighed in response.

“Sam,” Steve stated, in an admonishing tone.

“What? Guy shows up in a cat suit, and you don’t want to know more?” Sam questioned.

“Your suit. Its vibranium, isn’t it?” Steve confirmed moreso than asked.

T’Challa explained the history behind the Black Panther, the myth, the legend of it to the Wakandans.

“And you? How the hell did you get to the other roof so quickly?” Sam asked Blix turning to look at her. “Better yet, were you the one making all the cops disappear randomly?”

Blix glanced at him briefly, ignoring his questions.

“It is also curious that you have no wounds from the motorcycle crashing as well. Barnes, it is understandable, super soldier and all. But you? As far as anyone is aware, you are simply human,” T’Challa also commented, glancing back toward her.

“‘Simply human.’ Hm. Never heard those words used to describe me. Let’s just say, your majesty, I am far more complicated than you’ll ever know,” Blix said raising an eyebrow.

The SUV had pulled into a large garage, teeming with agents and cops everywhere. The doors were opened, and the three men with her, impatiently waited to have their cuffs removed.

When an agent approached her, she pulled her hands forward, revealing she had gotten out of the cuffs. She dropped them with a purse of her lips, turning to the vehicle that held Bucky. As he was unloaded essentially, she moved toward him.

A burly cop began to step into her path, to stop her.

“If you know what’s good for your own health, you’ll move out of my way,” Blix warned, her stare hard.

He looked at her for a moment, looking between her and the agent in charge, before slowly stepping away. She moved past him, making her way to Bucky.

As she came up to the glass, she squatted down, and looked around for a moment.

“Are you okay, my Soldier?” She asked him in Russian, her voice quiet.

He nodded, his eyes glancing around behind her, before connecting to hers.

“I’ll get us out of here,” She whispered her promise, her hand touching the glass for a moment.

“I know. Be careful,” He murmured back. “Don’t do anything reckless.”

She sighed at that, nodding before standing up, and walking back over to Rogers and the others, joining them as they made their way upstairs. A short blonde man informed them that their belongings were now in their custody, and they would get a receipt of the items confiscated.

A redhead, Natasha Romanoff, appeared, saying it was now government property. Blix grew somewhat annoyed at that, thinking over the items she had kept in her small duffel and the weapons she had.

They were led into a conference room, where Stark was on a call, finishing it with faked outrage.

After a brief argument between Tony and Steve, Tony turned his attention to her.

“And you. Who or what the hell are you? I have 15 very confused SWAT officers trying to figure out how they went from breaching a building to standing in dumpsters 10 blocks away?” Tony questioned her, planting his hands onto the table as he leaned over it, scrutinizing her.

She doesn’t answer him, her right hand she noticed was twitching and somewhat shaking. She frowned deeply at the behavior, trying to make a fist but was unable to.

T’challa who had taken a seat near her, noticed his ring reacting to her presence.

“Your arm… is it vibranium?” T’Challa asked her curiously.

She looked over at him, sighing as she weighed her options for a moment. She wasn’t quite sure if she wanted to answer or not.

Steve sat across from her, connecting the dots, “In your file… what little that wasn’t redacted… it said you left after an injury? Your arm?”

She turned her arm, to face her palm upward, tapping the middle of it. The skin tone faded to reveal a dark silvery robotic arm, that ended halfway up her forearm.

“One of my last missions… STRIKE… or... I guess HYDRA rather… sent me and my team into this tiny village in Ethiopia. We were told it was to protect them from mercenaries who wanted to steal from their diamond mines,” Blix began with a roll of her eyes.

“Let me guess… it wasn’t diamonds?” Steve asked sarcastically.

Blix shook her head, “They had a small mine of vibranium. We were there for 3 days… nothing. Started to believe it was just rumors. On the 4th day, a group of men appeared, and tried to take over. They… tried to show their strength and make everyone fear them… by threatening a child. Little girl who was just trying to get some bread. I jumped in front of her, held my arm out to try and deflect the blade as much as possible.”

“The blade was so sharp… that I didn’t feel it. Took a full minute for the pain to register. By that point, my team had taken care of the mercs and I was passing out from the pain and blood loss. When I woke up, I had this,” She wiggled her fingers, or at least tried to, the fingers moved for a second before stopping.

“Apparently that child was the Chieftain’s daughter. He was very appreciative of my protectiveness. The blades amongst my things were gifts from him as well,” She finished with a pointed stare at Natasha.

“Why is your hand malfunctioning?” Sam asked staring at curiously.

“Pierce saw an opportunity. A new super soldier for his arsenal. The programming… or brainwashing whatever you want to call it, was never finished. The first year or so it worked fine, but it slowly began to have problems. Small things, not being able to fully grasp cups, fingers not moving properly. The past few months, it has taken to twitching/shaking at random times. Can’t really use it when that happens,” Blix explained waving her left arm with a half-shrug.

“Where does Bucky fit into this?” Steve asked quietly.

“I was his handler. About 2 months before the whole Lemurian Star nonsense… Well. Pierce realized that his memory was returning to him. That the usual wipes… weren’t doing it anymore. He realized that Bucky was becoming attached to me…and I him. So. He made sure to do a very thorough mind wipe... and had Bucky attack me. He didn’t recognize me at all. He strangled me until Pierce called him off,” Blix answered with a grimace.

Steve sighed heavily, nodding his head absentmindedly.

“Hello? Am I chopped liver here? What about my questions?” Tony cut in, annoyed.

“It’s long and complicated. Let’s just say, I don’t agree with your Accords and would gladly toss such documentation into an active volcano,” Blix replied with a tired sigh.

“So, you’re a powered being? Great. Let me ask you this though. How the hell can you defend Barnes when he attacked you? How could you willingly harbor and protect a man who strangled you?” Tony questioned her.

“You don’t get it do you? Powered, super soldier, mutant. It doesn’t matter how you slice it; we don’t fear each other. Regular people like you Stark? Who have the influence, the power to change our lives, to control us, with a mere flick of a pen? That’s far more terrifying,” She countered glaring at him.

“I don’t fear Bucky because I know him far better than most of you. That man,” She pointed to the screen that popped up showing Bucky on one of the lower levels. “Has saved my life far more times than he has ever put it at risk. So yeah. I’ll defend him till my dying breath.”

She stood up at some point during her rant and stepped out once she was done. She paced up and down in the hallway near the command center, trying to calm down.

About 10 minutes had passed, and Steve joined her out in the hallway. He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, shaking his head every now and again.

“What did he say to piss you off?” Blix inquired joining him in leaning against the wall.

“Was about to agree with him. Sign the Accords and make it easy. Then… he tells me that he’s had Wanda under house arrest, to keep her and her powers in control. This happens too often, we start to agree and see eye to eye, and he does something to ruin it,” Steve muttered angrily.

Blix rolled her eyes, “And then wonders why you are so angry? Acts like he doesn’t understand why you are mad?”

Steve huffed out a laugh, nodding his head.

“Tell me something… does… does Bucky really not remember who I am?” Steve asked quietly.

“He remembers. He… he was nervous as to why you were there. Last time you 2 saw each other wasn’t exactly for a cup of tea. There are some things that are still blanks, but he remembers quite a bit,” She whispered reassuringly, placing a hand on his bicep.

“C’mon. We should head back in, they’ll be starting the psych eval soon,” Steve mentioned, patting her hand on his arm, before grabbing it to pull her along.

Blix allowed him to drag her back inside, with a small sigh. They went back into the glass box when an agent joined them and turned on the sound for the eval.

As the psychiatrist spoke, Blix felt a shiver go down her spine. A whisper echoed in her ear. She turned her head slightly, listening to the voice. She turned her attention back to what was going on hearing Steve ask why the task force put out that photo of Bucky in the newspaper.

As everyone realized something was hinky, Blix spoke softly, “Something’s about to happen.”

Steve looked at her confused, as the power went out. The agent tells them what floor Bucky was on quickly.

“How fast can you get to him?” Steve looked over to Blix.

“Faster than you,” Blix commented as she disappeared.

She reappeared in front of Bucky, turning toward the other man. Her eyes went wide as she spotted the book he held.

“H-… How did you get that?” She stammered staring at him.

“Ah. Yes. I wondered how long it would take you to get down here. The beauty… protecting her beast. As sweet as I think it is… I’m going to need you to not intervene,” Came the man’s lightly accented voice.

He had walked around the table and from within his jacket pulled out a taser and shot her before she could react. Her body locked up, and she dropped harshly to the ground. Once the initial shock of it had worn off, she could hear the man speaking Russian. The trigger words. Bucky’s yells.

She painfully tried to roll over, to get up, but her movements were sluggish. He had shot her in the leg, and her hands shakily removed the barbs, as she struggled to sit up. By that point, Bucky had broken free, but the damage was done. The trigger words had been said.

“Ready to comply,” Came Bucky’s robotic voice as he straightened up.

“No. Do you know what you have done?” Blix didn’t want to admit it, but she was nervous.

The man ignored her, as he commanded Bucky to give him a mission report, before ordering him to go take care of the guards outside.

The man then turned to her and came to squat down beside her.

“I must admit… you are quite beautiful. I can see why he’s protective of you,” He reached out to brush her hair behind her ear.

She tried to lean away, but her body was still shaking off the pain of the taser so she couldn’t move away from his touch. When Bucky returned to the room, the man pretended to be injured, and had Bucky pick her up, hiding her just next to the door. Steve came in, staring at him and the scene, suspiciously.

Before Steve could ask anything, Bucky attacked him, eventually tossing him down the elevator shaft. Sam ran in, pulling Blix up, helping her stand. The man used the distraction to run out.

“Who was that asshole?” She asked him as she stood shakily.

“Don’t know, we can ask him when we get him, Steve will get Bucky,” Sam waved her to follow him.

She stretched and bent her leg for a moment, before racing after him, limping a bit. She trusted Steve; knew he wouldn’t do anything to harm Bucky. Her and Sam ran as fast as they could through the rushing crowd of people.

When they made it outside, they realized the man had ditched his jacket, and was nowhere to be seen.

They continued their search, moving further away from the building when Sam got a text from Steve, saying to meet him by the water. The two of them made their way over there and found Steve with an unconscious Bucky. Blix rushed over taking his other arm, helping lift him, so Steve wasn’t carrying his whole weight.

They wandered underneath an overpass, where there was an abandoned car. Blix dragged the two of them over to the door, and using her power, she unlocked the door.

Steve stared at her, “I hope you explain your powers soon, cause… I am trying to figure it out and drawing a blank.”

She snorted quietly not answering. She opened the door, ripping out the panel below the steering wheel, to reveal the wires. She looked on the ground for a moment, grabbing a shard of glass to cut the wires. Using it, she quickly hotwired the car, and started it a minute later. She gets into the driver’s seat as Steve places Bucky in the back, and Sam hops in the passenger seat.

She quickly drives off, following Steve’s suggestion to go to an abandoned warehouse of some sort.

They parked once they were a safe distance and Steve dragged Bucky inside, pinning his arm down under some heavy machinery just in case.

While they waited for Bucky to regain consciousness, Blix sighed briefly.

“Shadows,” She started.

Steve and Sam looked at her surprised, and slightly confused.

“I can move through and manipulate shadows. When I teleport, I go through what I call the Void. It’s… a haunting darkness, where I hear whispers. Voices. Some are pleasant…others… not so much. They warn me of things. Usually. Earlier before the power went out, I heard a whisper warning me of it. I can also… summon things through it, usually small stuff. Been told I could go bigger and create things but…” She further explained, with a shrug.

She waved her hand out to a lone rusted wrench about 20 feet away, it fell away into nothingness, and reappeared in her hand. She presented it halfheartedly, tossing it to the side a moment later.

“That’s… somewhat terrifying but really cool?” Sam said after a moment. “So, when the bike crashed?”

“Used my powers to somewhat brings us into an in-between plane. Not quite teleport but we didn’t really feel the asphalt. Bucky hates it since any person I teleport with they can temporarily hear the voices too. It’s… unnerving,” She answered taking a seat next to Bucky.

“Understandable. I think? So… if there’s a shadow you can do what you want with it?” Sam asked trying to clarify.

“Essentially. The more light there is, the more difficult it is to do anything,” She noted with a nod.

Steve wandered away for a moment, wanting to check the perimeter really quick. As he did that Bucky began to come to. Blix turned to him, moving to sit on her knees, watching him worriedly.

Sam called for Steve’s attention, and as Steve walked over, he quietly asked, “Which Bucky am I talking to?”

“…Your mom’s name is Sarah… and you used to wear newspapers in your shoes,” He replied slowly, with a small chuckle.

Blix smiled softly at that, and Steve weakly joked, “Can’t read that in a museum.”

Steve lifted the machinery off his arm, realizing he’s not a threat.

Bucky looked toward Blix his eyes checking her over, making sure she was okay. His hand gently took hers into his, holding tightly.

“What did I do?” Bucky questioned, his other hand gingerly touching his head where he had hit it.

“Enough,” Steve answered shortly, with a sigh.

“All that stuff. The crap HYDRA put in my head… it’s still there. All he had to do was say the damn words,” Bucky groaned, guilt consuming him.

Bucky further explained what Zemo had asked about, a mission report, the lab, the other soldiers. Blix closed her eyes, taking a deep breath as she listened. Once everything was explained, Steve and Sam began to make some phone calls to some allies.

Bucky looked down at their joined hands, and asked, “It’s been acting up, hasn’t it?”

Blix nodded once, with a frown.

“Once… once this is over, we’re gonna go find someone to help you. Get your hand sorted finally,” Bucky whispered as he reached up to brush a lock of her hair back.

She leaned forward, resting her head against his for a moment, replying, “Then the two of us are going to find someplace to hideaway… preferably with a nice bed.”

She felt him chuckle as he pressed a kiss to her cheek. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her in close.

“Sounds like a plan, doll,” he muttered softly.

Steve who had finished his calls had stepped into the doorway and began to say something but stopped when he saw the two of them. He took in their postures, noting how relaxed they were. Sam, who stepped up next to him, made a small noise.

“Hm. Guess we see what she meant earlier about the whole “he got attached and so did she” thing. Think after the incident at the Triskelion he ran to her?” Sam quietly asked, watching the 2 of them with a raised eyebrow.

“Wouldn’t surprise me,” Steve murmured, clearing his throat before speaking to them. “We gotta go. The rest of our backup is on their way to us. Got to make some stops beforehand.”

Blix and Bucky stood up, following them out. Steve drove this time, after stealing a smaller car, with her and Bucky crammed in the back. Blix tried to make herself small, trying to give Bucky more room with how little space there was.

They drove for about an hour, to a random location, where they met up with the agent from earlier. Steve got out, to talk to her and get their gear that had been snuck out. Bucky asked Sam if he could move his seat up, to which Sam gave a firm no.

Bucky slid over to sit in the middle seat. Blix shifted herself, throwing her legs over his lap, trying to help.

Steve had got back into the car, after moving their gear into the trunk.

“It’s like being trapped in a clown car full of testosterone,” She grumbled as they took off.

“Would’ve thought you’d be used to it, working with STRIKE. Did you really date Rumlow of all people?” Sam wondered turning to look back at her.

“Listen. I had to work my ass off to prove myself to those meatheads for years that I was a damn good agent. I never enjoyed being trapped with them in small spaces for hours at a time. As for Rumlow… yes. 3 years of my life wasted,” Blix said bitterly.

“Damn. Okay. When did uhh… when did the two of you become a thing?” He further questioned, pointing at her and Bucky.

“… It’s a long story,” Blix mumbled.

“We got time,” Sam encouraged. “Do we need popcorn?”

Blix gave him a look, unamused.

“A couple of years ago… my office… in the Triskelion, it was next to a hidden hallway. I only knew it existed because people would walk by and disappear. I was there late one evening trying to finish up mission reports, when I heard yelling in the distance. I stepped out, saw that the usual wall was gone, and followed the noise,” Blix began, adjusting herself in her seat.

“The Triskelion had secret hallways? Seriously?” Sam questioned shaking his head.

“Remind me to tell you where they moved Bucky after this incident,” Blix said with a snort.

“Ooh. Alright explain this incident. Get the feelin’ we should’ve gotten popcorn,” Sam was oddly invested.

“Followed the noise, to a room that held the mindwipe machine and cryotube they kept Bucky in. 10 STRIKE agents were on the ground, alongside a doctor. A nurse was cowering in the corner. Bucky was… agitated,” She continued, rolling her eyes when Sam snorted.

*Flashback*

Blix’s eyes widen in surprise at the sight before her. She tried to walk over to the nurse to check on her, when the man turned his attention to her.

She stopped, holding up her hands, “Easy honey. I’m not armed.”

She spun around, lifting her shirt, showing him that she had no weapon on her. He was breathing harshly and was staring at her confused. He would pace for a bit and then stop suddenly. She looked around, sighing for a moment, and holding her hand out to him.

“C’mon. Let’s… let’s go on a field trip. You’re safe with me,” She beckoned him softly.

He stared at her, watching her as she stepped slowly up to him. She took his hand gently and began to pull him forward. He numbly followed, allowing her to pull him along. She led him back to her office, locking the door behind them. She took a seat behind her desks, patting the stool seat next to her. She quietly finished up her paperwork as he silently made his way to sit next to her.

She emailed the documents off to Pierce, turning toward him with a small smile. She looked him over, taking in his posture. He was still tensed, but his breathing had eased back to normal.

“Ok. I can only hide you in here for so long before the vultures come a-knocking. So. How about… I give you a haircut? And you can go shower afterward?” Blix offered politely not really knowing what else to say or do.

He shrugged a smidge, but otherwise didn’t respond. She had a pair of scissors and an electric razor in one of her drawers, so she grabbed both.

“I’m not a professional hairstylist but I know my way around a pair of scissors,” She said as she grabbed a lock of his hair.

He only raised an eyebrow in response.

She began to cut his hair, making the locks short, before switching to the razor to trim it up. The process took about 20 mins, and as she brushed off the fallen hairs, she smiled at him. She gently ran her fingers through his hair making sure she hadn’t missed any long strands.

“There you go. Feel better? There’s a shower over there, clothes and towels in the cabinet. Go clean up,” She pointed at the door behind him.

He quietly does what she said, and as he showered, she cleaned up the mess. She had just finished sweeping when there was a loud knock at her door. Followed by Brock yelling at her to open the door.

She typed into her computer to pull up the camera outside her office. Brock and several other STRIKE members, along with Pierce himself, were standing outside her door. She connected to the speaker that was attached to her keypad.

“Do you mind? I quite like my door and would prefer you didn’t bang on it like you owe it dinner,” She said dully.

“B. Open the door. He’s not safe, let us in,” Brock pleaded, jiggling the door handle.

“Nope. Chill. I’m fine,” Blix hung up.

At that point, the man had wandered out, dressed, and freshly showered. She waved him over, and he sat down back in the stool. She grabbed a pulse and blood pressure monitor. She checked both of them, as he got comfortable. She grabbed a sticky note and wrote down the information they gave.

Once that was done, she sighed heavily, “I hate to do this, but I gotta return you. Just stay with me. I’ll get you back to the lab without incident.”

She stood up, taking his hand again. They walked to the door, and she called out, “Back away from the door please.”

She waited a moment, before unlocking and opening it. She was faced with several men holding guns pointed in her direction.

“Guns. Down. Now. I just got him calmed down, do not stress him out,” She ordered pushing Brock who stood in the doorframe back.

She led him through the crowd of armed soldiers, taking him back down to the lab. Bucky quietly sat down in the mindwipe chair with a sigh. Blix handed the sticky note to the nurse who stood nearby, watching him warily.

“Where do these need to go?” Blix asked her, holding up the wires.

The nurse pointed out where the nodes needed to go, and how to hook him up the machine. Once he was set, including his mouth guard, she glanced at the monitor.

“Is that set appropriately?” She asked the nurse.

The nurse glanced nervously at her and then at the still unconscious doctor. Blix frowned deeply.

“Fix it,” She quietly ordered her. “I’ll deal with that idiot later.”

The nurse made the adjustments, as Blix felt a hand brush against hers. She looked down to see his hand near hers. Her eyes flicked up to meet his before he settled into the chair.

“He’s ready,” The nurse tells her.

Blix nodded her head, telling her to proceed. She winced at his yells and turned around to leave. She stopped next to Brock and Pierce.

“I saw nothing, I know nothing, I don’t want anything to do with this,” She said in Spanish before continuing on.

*End Flashback*

“However, according to the both of them, they’ve ‘never seen the asset so compliant before.’ And insisted I become his new handler,” Blix concluded.

“So, you literally stumbled into that situation? Damn. Tough break. Why didn’t you tell anyone?” Sam asked curiously.

“My hands were tied. I had to sign many NDAs when I first joined, and I had to sign even more after that incident. I couldn’t say anything without putting myself into legal hell. Plus, no offense Steve, but we had never met. Would you have believed me if I came up to you, a complete stranger, and said ‘hey your best friend from the 40s is alive and I’m his handler?’ Cause… I feel like you wouldn’t,” Blix turned her attention to Steve.

Steve began to say something but stopped, sighing, “Honestly… probably not.”

“After I fished you out of the water, I went to her place. HYDRA, Pierce, they all thought that the mindwipes would erase everything, it doesn’t. I always, eventually, remembered everything. The longer I was awake the easier it was to recall. I had hoped… she wouldn’t hold it against me when I was ordered to hurt her, and help me,” Bucky added, his hands fiddling with the pockets on her cargo pants.

“Appeared in my apartment, like a damn ninja, soaking wet,” Blix said with a laugh. “I knew that he wasn’t in control of his actions. I forgave him a long time ago. I packed up the necessities, and we ran.”

“Hm. Interesting. So… the two of you, what? Spent the last 2 years hiding in various countries?” Steve asked curious.

“Yeah. Essentially. Couldn’t stay at my place. What was left of HYDRA knew of my location. So, we had to move,” Blix answered with a shrug. “Kept low profiles. We were in Romania for several months before you crashed into our apartment.”

The conversation died after that as they made their way to an airport. They parked in a garage nearby, waiting for backup. The four of them stepped out of the car to wait. Steve and Sam walked up to a white van that had pulled up. Bucky and Blix waited by the trunk, watching the interaction.

“This is our backup? Tsk. Times like these make me wish I had my STRIKE team,” Blix whispered in Romanian.

Bucky smiled, clearing his throat to stop the chuckle that tried to escape.

“Play nicely, doll. They are here to help us, after all,” He whispered back, nudging her slightly.

“Never,” She giggled.

Steve who heard the giggle, turned to them, waving them over. The 2 of them were introduced to everyone. Clint Barton/Hawkeye. Scott Lang/Antman. Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch.

She held her hand out to shake Wanda’s and a curious thing happened. Both of their powers activated as their hands hovered near each other, swirling around each other. It was almost like the wisps were playing with one another.

“Huh. Never seen that before. Think we just became best friends?” Blix said surprised.

“Me neither. I think we did,” Wanda said amazed.

The two of them smiled at one another, turning to the guys who had been watching.

“Well. That’s new,” Clint spoke first.

Before anything else could be said, they heard in the distance a voice asking for the airport to evacuate.

“Time to go to work it seems,” Blix announced walking over to the trunk, tossing it open.

She grabbed her bag that was set to the side, placed it on the hood of the car. She grabbed her bulletproof vest, and a corset that had adamantium boning. She grabbed Bucky and forced him to stand behind her, using his bulkiness to shield her from the others. Scott, Steve, and Clint looked away or turned around; Sam was busy getting his gear on, he glanced at her but otherwise paid her no mind.

She took off her shirt and clasped a few of the buttons on the corset first, before tossing her bra into her bag. She quickly finished clasping it, adjusting it briefly. She threw her shirt back on, followed by her bulletproof vest.

“Why exactly are you wearing a corset? Isn’t that… I don’t know. Uncomfortable?” Sam asked as he finished getting his gear sorted.

“The boning of it is made of adamantium. I learned early on that bulletproof only does so much,” Blix explained, as she grabbed her weapons.

She had twin Wakizashi blades, various knives, a gun she put on her hip and another on her thigh.

“I sense a story there,” Sam noted slyly.

“Are you a former soldier or a gossip columnist?” She asked him as she finished up.

She was tossing spare clips into various pockets and waited for the others to gear up as well. Wanda moved to stand next to her.

“May I ask about this story then? I’m guessing Sam has been interrogating you,” Wanda giggled slightly.

Blix glanced at her, making minor adjustments so everything sat comfortably.

“First solo assignment. Had to steal valuable information and eliminate the target. Got the info. But before I was able to eliminate the target, he managed to shoot me 3 times. Two of them broke ribs, the other managed to tear through the fabric and tried to rip through my left lung,” Blix answered, rubbing her side.

“The guys made jokes. Said I should get a bulletproof bra or corset. Knew a guy who owed me a favor. Got me a corset with adamantium boning. He sends me an updated version every couple of months. Showing up to training with that on, shut them all up real quick,” Blix smirked.

Wanda snickered in response, “I’ll bet.”

The guys finished gearing up, and they made their plan of attack, moving toward the hangers.

They were confronted by Stark and his allies.

“Wanda. Are you able to control the purple one? He doesn’t create a shadow, so I can’t control him,” Blix said softly to her.

Wanda nodded subtly, the two of them stepping forward after a kid appeared and stole Steve’s shield.

Blix held her hands out, taking control of the shadows around the others, while Wanda’s hands glowed bright red as she stopped Vision in his tracks.

“Split up. Now,” Blix ordered as she held everyone in their tracks.

“What the hell is this?” Tony asked as he tried to step forward but couldn’t.

Bucky and Sam went one way, Steve, Scott, and Hawkeye in another.

“Hm. Interesting. There appears to be a basement in this airport. Bye bye,” Blix teased as she opened portals directly beneath them, dropping them down.

Wanda shoved Vision down to join them, and then the 2 of them ran forward.

They ran past where Tony and his team had been originally, barely able to make it past before Vision resurfaced with the others. The 2 of them ran faster as they split up to start fighting.

T’Challa appeared suddenly swiping at her face. Blix whipped out her swords, blocking his hands left and right. She was doing well, until her right hand acted up. She had raised her hand up to block when it began to malfunction causing her to drop the sword. She winced as the spasms began to actually cause a bit of pain. T’Challa stopped fighting her, staring at her somewhat concerned.

She quietly sheathed one of her swords, picking the fallen one up, taking a stance once more with just her left hand. Before either of them could say or do anything, she hears Scott mention something about splitting himself in half?

She looked over toward him, confused and then shocked as she watched him become very large.

She used the distraction to teleport over to Bucky.

“I take back my previous statement. STRIKE team got nothing on this,” Blix panted.

Bucky chuckled, “Good to know. We got to get to the plane. Think you can teleport over there, and get her ready for liftoff? It might wind up being just the 3 of us.”

She salutes him with a grin, “Can do… Sergeant.”

Bucky chuckled, shaking his head, “Go… Commander.”

She slipped away, teleporting to the hanger, slipping inside the jet easily. She discreetly began to warm the ship up. She spotted Steve and Bucky racing toward her, after being stopped briefly by Natasha, they joined her onboard. She finished getting the ship ready before allowing to Steve take care control. Her and Bucky collapsed into the chairs behind him buckling up quickly.

They were just barely able to escape the fight, flying off to Russia.

Once they could breathe easy, Bucky turned to her, asking, “Your hand?” He had noticed she was favoring her left more.

She frowned, staring down at it, not wanting to admit it was hurting.

He held his hand out, wanting to look at it. She quietly placed her hand in his, he examined it for a moment. He pressed on a couple of locations, which slowly helped the hand relax and she was able to move it freely again.

She quietly thanked him, and he planted a kiss to her hand, with a smile.

A few hours later they were landing outside the bunker. They opened the ramp, and Steve and Bucky stopped for a moment. She listened to them talk about Coney Island, and the dates they had.

She shook her head at the two of them.

“You spent today’s equivalent of $50 on carnival games?” She asked him surprised. “Did you at least win her a prize?”

“Yeah. A creepy clown doll thing that she loved,” Bucky answered before asking noticing her frown. “Why?”

“… Should’ve had you take me on a date to Coney Island. Would’ve been less disappointing,” She muttered, walking out.

Bucky raised an eyebrow at that, and Steve looked down to hide his smile.

“What happened?” Steve asked as they walked up to the door.

“… Date gone wrong. The guy spent $100 on four different games. Failed miserably with each one,” Blix grumbled. “I wound up spending $5 on a 5th game to win my own prize.”

Steve winced empathically, “That’s…. wow. Even I wasn’t that terrible.”

Steve ripped open the panel, and somehow got the doors opened. The 3 of them made their way in, Bucky and her walking up the stairs, turning around when Tony Stark had appeared. Bucky pointed his gun at him, while Blix’s hand hovered over her sword handles.

“Alright Manchurian Candidate and Satan’s Mistress calm down. Same team,” Tony said as the face guard lifted.

Blix gave him an unimpressed look, as she relaxed.

The four of them moved deeper into the bunker, walking into the chamber that held several glass containers, that had people in them, but none were alive.

“They died in their sleep, if that’s any consolation,” Came Zemo’s voice over the intercom.

The four of them stepped closer to the window, Zemo still speaking. He directed their attention to the monitor near them. It began to play footage… of Bucky killing Stark’s parents. Blix tensed moving to stand in front of Bucky.

“Don’t. Go after Zemo. Don’t get involved in this fight,” Bucky whispered, in a pained voice.

“I’m not leaving you,” Blix whispered back.

“Go. Please. I can’t risk you getting hurt,” Bucky quietly begged.

She glanced back at him, not wanting to do this, but she sighed seeing the look on his face. She disappeared and reappeared in the room Zemo had been in. She spotted the red book, abandoned. She grabbed it, as she followed the path that was before her. She winced every time she heard a loud crash or blast.

She had made her way back outside, and she spotted Zemo sitting down, listening to his phone.

She walked around to stand in front of him as T’Challa appeared.

Zemo quietly explained that his family died in the battle against Ultron.

“I’m sorry that you lost your family. I truly am. But you threw a man, who had nothing to with that battle, under a freight train. Just to get revenge on the Avengers. Do you really think your family would want that?” Blix questioned, waving her hand when she spotted his gun.

She summoned it into her hand, ejecting the clip and the bullet that was in the chamber.

“The living still have use for you,” T’Challa said grabbing him, and pulling him up.

She reached into one her pockets and pulled out zip-ties. She handed them to T’Challa and used them to make makeshift handcuffs.

“I need to go check on my guys. You got him?” She asked T’Challa.

T’Challa nodded, keeping a firm grip on Zemo’s shoulders.

Blix spent a moment, searching through the shadows, trying to find where they wound up. She found them, all 3 of them, on one of the upper levels. She teleported into the room, her eyes widening in horror when she saw the state of Bucky’s arm. She rushed over to him, as Steve hobbled over.

She sucked in a sharp breath, as she took in his state as well.

“Been through worse, if you can believe that,” Steve said with a wince as he knelt down.

The two of them lifted Bucky up, and they started to walk away.

“Wait,” She adjusted her grip on Bucky, leaning over to put a free hand on Steve. “Do me a favor. Don’t talk to any voice you hear.”

She teleported the 3 of them back up top. Steve made a face when they reappeared topside.

“I can understand Bucky’s discomfort. That was… nightmarish. Do you always hear that many voices?” Steve asked shaking his head, trying to clear the sounds from his mind.

“Yep. At the very least you were an adult when you experienced that for the first time. I experienced that when I was 7,” Blix replied with a fake smile.

“That’s… horrifying,” Steve responded as they began to make their way to the ship.

T’Challa was waiting for them, with Zemo. They climbed aboard and made their way back into Europe. A quick phone call to the agent that they had been working with, Sharon, came, and took Zemo off their hands. T’Challa then told Steve to go to Wakanda.

“We’re not being led to our doom here, yeah?” Blix confirmed, looking at him.

“No. The two of you will be safe,” T’Challa assured with a small smile.

When they arrived in Wakanda, they were led to an infirmary where the guys were treated for their injuries, and someone gently removed the remains of Bucky’s arm.

While they were tended to, T’Challa pulled her over to a table. A young woman appeared, attacking T’Challa in a hug. She watched them with a smile, and when they turned back to her T’Challa introduced her.

“This is my sister, Shuri. She will be helping take care of your arm, and Mr. Barnes,” He said proudly.

She stepped forward, telling her to place her arm on the table, flat. Blix does so, and Shuri taps on the table, bringing it to life. A light flashed over her arm, scanning it slowly.

Shuri stared at the info that was the presented once the scan was done.

“It appears nothing is physically wrong with the arm, so it must be in the chip meant to help you control it. The programming is off,” Shuri noted.

“The programming technically was never finished. Since they wanted to recondition me and turn me into a prettier version of Bucky. So…” Blix explained.

“Oh. Well then. We will just have to fix that and redo your arm, so it works more smoothly. Should be an easy fix. Thought you had something challenging for me brother dear,” Shuri teased.

He then began to explain Bucky’s issues and the conditioning that he needed removed. While they talked, Blix wandered back over to Bucky. She sighed in relief seeing him sitting up and looking more awake.

She stood in front of him, checking him over. He pulled her in close, his arm settling around her waist.

“They’re… talking about putting you in a cryotube. I hate seeing you go in those things,” Blix said lowly, her hands gripping onto his shirt tightly.

“It’ll be the last time. One more time, get rid of HYDRA in my head, and then it’s just you and me. Just us. And… when we are no longer considered wanted criminals… I’m going to take you to Coney Island, and take you on a proper date,” He said charmingly.

“Hm. I’m starting to think that it’s probably a good thing I didn’t know 40s you. A girl wouldn’t be able to handle such gentlemanly ways,” She teased fanning herself jokingly.

“In the 40s you would be my wife at this point,” Bucky pointed out.

“Oh? Is that so? Hmmm. Appears you need to make an honest woman outta me. We’re living in sin, it’s quite scandalous,” She said with a grin, kissing him on the lips.

He returned her smile, kissing back. They pulled away when they heard Steve clear his throat.

“I’ll give you 2 a minute,” She whispered, stepping away from them.

Steve walked over to Bucky.

“T’Challa apparently wants to make amends. He’s offering the both of you asylum and going to help fix you two up as well. Not sure how I feel about you going into deep freeze again,” Steve remarked with a heavy sigh.

“Yeah. I’m… I’m not safe. Not safe out there, or… around her,” He whispered the last part.

“… Never seen you look at a woman the way you do her. You actually going to marry her?” Steve asked quietly, smiling at him.

Bucky quietly reached into one of his pockets on his pants, and pulled out a small velvet pouch, handing it to him. Steve opened it, dumping it out onto his open palm. A small silver ring appeared; it had a green stone. He chuckled at the small raven and skull that decorated the sides of it.

Steve returned it to the bag and handed it back to him. Bucky held it in his hand, sighing softly.

“She’s… been there for me. For years. She’s put up with a lot and stayed by my side. She only left STRIKE because they had put her in danger,” Bucky said slowly. “She’s… she’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Steve laughed lowly, causing Bucky to go, “What?”

“Just… 40s you was never interested in marriage or commitment. It’s nice to see you swoon over someone for a change,” Steve ribbed lightly.

“Shut it man,” He mumbled, somewhat embarrassed, with a short laugh.

Steve wished him luck and told him he’d be in contact. He had to go rescue the rest of his team.

Blix returned to his side, knowing that their time was limited until he went under again.

She stared at his closed hand, suspicious, but didn’t say anything until he presented it to her.

“Need you to keep something safe for me until I get out,” Bucky tells her with a secretive smile.

“Am I allowed to look in the bag?” She asked in a childlike tone.

“If you want,” Bucky allowed standing up.

She reached into it, pausing in her movements when she felt the item inside. She slowly pulled it out, taking a deep breath as she held it.

“… You sure you want to marry a hot mess like me?” She asked jokingly biting her lip.

“Yeah. Pretty sure,” He replied, his hand brushing along her jaw.

She slipped the ring onto her left hand and smiled brightly at it.

“Blix Barnes. Sounds more normal than Blix Lage. Less pretentious sounding, at least… Wait… how long have you had this?” Blix wondered staring up at him.

“Got it a week after we moved to Romania. Specifically, after that date when we hiked in Băneasa Forest, and you… bit your fingers trying to stuff 3 fries into your mouth,” Bucky reminded her, a smile growing on his face.

“That did it for you? Me being unladylike and stuffing my face? That’s when you thought, ‘imma seal the deal on this one’?” She was in disbelief.

He laughed at that, “Yep. You make me happy. An emotion I haven’t truly felt… in decades.”

She looked down, biting her lip, as she tried to hold in the tears that were trying to escape.

He gently bumped her chin up, making her look back up at him.

He leaned his forehead against hers, whispering, “Marry me?”

“Yes,” She replied with a smile that was growing.

He kissed her firmly at her answer, and she kissed back with as much enthusiasm. When they parted, she watched silently as the staff got him prepped for the cryotube before he stepped inside.

‘One last time.’ She quietly thought.

She watched with a slight wince as the tube closed and froze quickly. She stared at his face, sighing softly.

She turned to T’Challa and said, “So. What now?”

“Let’s get you settled someplace. Tomorrow we will begin the process of fixing your hand,” T’Challa informed her, offering his arm to her.

She politely took it, and he led her outside. She stared at everything with awe.

“Why ever would you want to leave here?” She asked craning her neck every which way trying to take in as much as she could.

She heard T’Challa chuckle softly, nodding in agreement.

“Ya know… was gonna ask if I was dreaming…. But then I realized… my imagination is not that great,” Blix admitted. “Not possible for me to dream something this beautiful.”

T’Challa thanked her quietly, leading her to a small place that was near a lake, goats roaming about.

“This should be big enough for the both of you. Either myself or my best warrior Okoye will be here in the morning to retrieve you. Sleep well Miss Blix,” He presented the home to her. “Also… congratulations.”

She smiled at him, walking further inside. She easily found the bedroom, and after stripping off most of her gear, she collapsed onto the bed. She slowly fell asleep, the events of the day catching up to her.

#bucky barnes x oc #james buchanan barnes #marvelverse #mutants

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angelic-holland · 5 years

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Palm Trees // th x fem!reader

Summary: You were starring alongside Scarlett Johansson in the new Black Widow movie, she’s a younger spy that Nat saves from the Red Room, trains her to be better. You meet Tom prior to the premiere of The Red Room and he agrees to be your date.

Part of my Drive North series. Based on the song Palm Trees by the SWMRs, listen to it while reading. As you will hear in the song, it discusses the corruption of Hollywood and younger more naive people being taken advantage of in the industry.

Warnings: brief sexual harassment (not Tom), angst

Word Count: 6.1K

Sarah! Sarah! Look over here! Sarah! Smile!” You hear people shout and you wave and grin as your security walks you inside Jimmy Kimmel’s studio. Your stage name, Sarah Winters was being called left and right.

You know that they were really waiting for Scarlett who would be arriving soon, but they knew a little about your role in the movie, they’ve seen the behind the scenes photos and they’ve seen the trailer, so they’ve got some idea of who you are.

You made your way inside, getting put in your own dressing room which was literally a dream, something you’ve been thinking about and hoping would happen since you were a little girl.

When Scarlett arrived she hugged you tight. When Jimmy asked you questions about the movie, you talked excitedly and animatedly, almost spoiling a huge plot point when Scarlett put her hand over your mouth.

“Looks like Holland’s gonna get a run for his money on the spoilers,” she laughs and you’re blushing, you totally knew what you could and couldn’t say but this was the first big, TV interview you’d ever done. You were just incredibly excited.

Later that night you posted some photos on your Instagram, the first one being a shot of Scarlett’s hand over your mouth with your eyes wide.

You laughed as you captioned it, “let’s play how to keep Y/N from spoiling the entire Black Widow movie”.

You posted it and as you got ready for bed, exhausted from the long day of press. Before falling asleep you saw some comments, most of them were funny, a lot were tagging Tom saying that you were coming for his title.

You saw a notification that Tom had commented on your post as well, probably because everyone kept tagging him.

tomholland2013: as spoiler king, you can be spoiler queen, no stealing my title

You rolled your eyes, blushing a little. You ignored the onslaught of people commenting, lots of those sideways glancing eye emojis, a few keyboard smashes. You’ve never even met the guy. A few moments later you noticed he had followed you. You wondered if he would be at the Black Widow premiere, then maybe you could meet him. Since before you were cast as the young woman who Natasha takes under her wing, you’ve always been a fan of Marvel movies, the smallest crush on the actor who played Spiderman. He was attractive, seemed nice enough, your age; what more could you ask for?

You sent a quick text to Scarlett, asking if other MCU actors would be at the premiere.

Scarlett: why? Hoping a certain someone might show up?

You: psshhh no I don’t know what you mean

Scarlett: Tom might be there, let me ask

You: no omg he’ll wanna know why you’re asking

Scarlett: no he won’t give me a second

You groan, putting your phone on the edge of the bedside table and trying to sleep.

You wake up the next morning by your alarm. You’ve got a flight to London to do one last round of press before the premiere in a week.

You shower quickly and toss on a comfortable sweatshirt and gym shorts before shoving your PJs into your suitcase, making sure you had everything from your hotel room. You make it to the car that was waiting for you on time, miraculously, before checking your phone.

You noticed a text from an unknown number and frowned, opening it as you got in the backseat.

“Airport?” The driver asks.

“Yes please, thank you!”

Unknown number: Hey so I heard you need a date to the Black Widow premiere.

You: sorry who is this?

You check your texts to Scarlett.

Scarlett: a certain someone may or may not have asked if you’re going with anyone to the premiere, told him you weren’t, think you might be interested in having him on your arm for the night

You: wait, like, Tom Holland , that’s who we’re talking about? No way you didn’t convince him out of pity

You’re heart is sort of racing as you wait for a response from Scarlett.

She sends back a screenshot of her conversation with Tom, her asking if he’s going to the premiere. Then him asking if you have a date. And Scarlett telling him you didn’t, but he better act fast and then she sent your phone number.

You quickly add the unknown number in your phone.

You: I mean, you don’t even know me like at all, what would make you want to be my date?

You’re shocked by how quickly he answers.

Tom: well I could get to know you.

You: you know everyone and their mother is freaking out about that insta comment of yours?

Tom: their mothers too? Quite nosy aren’t they?

Tom: So, when can I meet you? See if you’re truly the spoiler queen

You: I ALMOST say one thing and suddenly I’m the spoiler queen? At least I didn’t actually spoil any big plot points from the movie

Tom: fine fine you haven’t earned that title yet

Tom: you and Scarlett will be in London tomorrow right?

You: you stalking me?

Tom: no, just asked Scarlett

“Miss? We’re at the airport.”

You look up and sure enough your driver has pulled up to the airport. Someone opens the door, greeting themselves as your security, taking your suitcase from the trunk and offering to hold your backpack.

“I’m fine thank you,” you say as he walks you into the airport. Thankfully there aren’t any paparazzi or fans of Scarlett here, who was taking a later flight.

You check in and your suitcase is sent off before you go through security, Todd, the security person following you. He let you know he’d be with you until your flight and then when you landed in London there would be another person waiting for you.

This was all new to you, having security with you at airports, when you went to press events, the rare occasion of being recognized when you’re out and about.

You checked your phone again while waiting to board. It was a short wait, another thing you’ve never experienced, one was plane flights in general, the other was getting to be in first class. You felt so fancy you lost your mind the first time you flew with the cast to a filming location in Europe.

You waited for your seat location to be called, seeing another text from Tom.

Tom: I’ll be in London for the next few days, call me when you land

You gulp, quickly responding before boarding.

You: will do

The entire plane ride you attempt to sleep, try not to think of Tom fucking Holland asking you to call him. It doesn’t work. You sit there, watch movie after movie, trying to keep your mind off the boy. You gave up and put on Spiderman: Homecoming. You’ve seen it before so you let yourself get a little lost in the story, falling asleep about halfway through. You’re woken up by the rumble of the plane touching down.

***

You make it to your hotel with limited problems, you at first couldn’t find the security person waiting for you then realized he was holding a sign with your stage last name and not your real last name.

“Hi Miss Winters, I’ll be working with you while you’re in London, names Rick, shall we head to the hotel?”

“That’d be great, thank you,” you say, noting he’s already got your suitcase.

You see another text from Tom and blush as you sit in the car.

Tom: don’t wanna sound like a weirdo tho so ur totally not obligated to go out with me if you don’t want to

You: who said anything about going out?

Tom: I just meant, like to get to know each other before you whisk me away on the red carpet

You: I’ll see if I can sneak away from the hotel tonight, don’t have press until tomorrow

Tom: I could come to you

You: huh

Tom: we could hang in your hotel room, order room service, besides if we are out and about together the instagram comments would be the least of our problems

You: problems?

You frown, problems? You didn’t want to stir up trouble, you didn’t want to get death threats from teenagers over Tom either, considering you don’t even know the type of person he is, considering you’re just going to hang out.

Tom: well I’m just not really in the mood to be swarmed on the street by paps and fans and stuff

Tom: unless you wanna go out then we can, it’s whatever

You: no, no id much rather that not happen, hasn’t really happened to me yet and I’d prefer it to stay that way

Tom: after this you’ll be so famous you won’t know what to do with yourself

You laugh to yourself, Randy glancing at you.

You: highly doubt I’ll be loved nearly as much as you are

Tom: nonsense

You: I’ll be at The Savoy hotel, you know it?

Tom: I can use google

You: idk I heard you were pretty bad with technology

Tom: you’re right, google and texting are the only two things I feel 100% sure I can do

“Miss Winters? We’re at the hotel. Your schedule for the next few days should be in your email. You have the rest of the day off though.”

You nod, time zones were messing with your head, “what time is it right now?”

“10am.”

“Thank you,” you say as you both get out of the car. You check into your room and thank Rick for your suitcase.

You toss your backpack and suitcase down before flopping onto the bed, checking your phone.

Tom: are you at the hotel now?

You: yea

Tom: ok

You checked out the room service food, realizing since you slept on your flight you were starving. You decide to order pizza even though it’s early, you called and they said they could get some delivered from a local shop. You check your phone and see that Tom texted you again.

Tom: on my way, what’s your room #

You: 413

Oh, he was already on his way, shit. You practically jump out of bed and open your suitcase. You know it shouldn’t matter what you wear. But you change out of your oversized sweatshirt into a plain white T-shirt, keeping your gym shorts on. You thank god that your job and press required you to shave. Because although you didn’t think anything would happen, you wanted to feel confident if it did.

You changed quickly and brushed your teeth, jumping back into bed. You grabbed your book, East of Eden, your favorite book, it’s had plenty of wear and tear since you’ve read it so many times but you couldn’t get rid of it or get yourself a new copy.

You picked up where you left off, the story of young Adam Trask and his brother Charles, arguably your favorite and the best part of the book, seeing the dynamic between the two of them, then seeing how Adam grows for the rest of the book.

The door rang as you finished the chapter. You set the book upside down and grabbed your wallet, you checked through the peephole to confirm it was your pizza, as if on cue your stomach was rumbling. You thanked the person and tipped them, the pizza charged to your room.

You settled back into your bed, about to open the pizza when your doorbell rang again. You got up and looked through the peephole.

Tom was standing outside your room, hands in the pockets of sweatpants he was wearing, paired with what looked like an oversized hoodie. Okay, maybe you weren’t underdressed previously. You opened the door, leaning against the frame.

“Hi spoiler king,” you grin.

“Nice to finally meet you spoiler queen.”

“Finally?”

“Yeah, been wanting to meet you since you started filming Black Widow.”

“Didn’t know you knew I existed until a few days ago.”

“Well, surprise,” he laughs, shrugging, “you gonna let me in or should we continue this conversation here?”

“Oh my god sorry I’m such an idiot, come on in,” you say, walking backwards into the room. You feel the heel of your foot hit the back of your suitcase and you can’t stop yourself from falling. Tom rushes forward and catches you, arm around your waist and pulling you back up.

“How in the world are you playing this super spy when you trip over a suitcase?”

You chuckle, blushing as he helps you steady yourself, nudging your suitcase to the side as he closes the door.

“I play a super spy in training thank you very much,” you say as his hand leaves your waist and you quietly miss the feeling of his hand there.

“Well, guess you’re excused then.”

“Do you, want some pizza?” You ask, sitting on the edge of your bed and opening the box.

“Little early for pizza,” he observes.

“Haven’t eaten, in, oh god I don’t even remember, since the night before I got on the plane to come here from LA?” You say, stomach rumbling.

“Then I think you should dig right into that pizza,” Tom says, sitting on the edge of the bed next to you.

“Good plan,” you say, ignoring how awkward you feel and taking a bite of a slice. He grabs your book and reads the title.

“East of Eden, never read it before.”

“I mean I would act all offended because it’s my favorite book but I know that like not a lot of people who have read it. You should though, if you find the time.”

“Yeah this looks long and I’m way too dyslexic to read that without giving up halfway through.”

“Oh shit sorry I had no idea.”

“All good, kinda a running joke with my fans and people.”

“That you’re dyslexic?”

“Yeah,” he shrugs, thumb running through the pages.

You finish your pizza, watching his face as he reads the description on the back of the book.

“Stole it from 10th grade English class when I first read it,” you say before picking up another slice.

“Solid,” he laughs, looking at the list of last names written on the front cover along with the year, “Don’t see your name here Sarah.”

“That’s cause I didn’t have a stage name till I auditioned for Black Widow, name’s Y/N, Y/L/N,” you say, pointing to the last name put in the book.

“Oh, well nice to meet you Y/N, do you prefer that over Sarah?”

“Honestly, yeah.”

“Well, Y/N it is.”

You’re silent, you eating your pizza, Tom flipping through your book, laugh at some of the notes you have written in it.

“Cool if I have a piece?” he asks, setting your book down.

“All yours,” you say, gesturing to the pizza box sitting between you.

“So Y/N, how did you enjoy working on the movie? It was your first movie right? Know you beat out some names for the role.”

“Yeah, guess so, don’t know why.”

“Because you were best for the role, obviously.”

“Don’t know why they’d choose a nobody over people like Chloe Grace Moretz,” you shrugged.

“Because you, they saw potential in you, they also love to cast new faces, make newer actors famous,” he says.

Your mind starts to race with reasons why they might’ve cast you and you start to doubt your ability as an actress, because you’ve done theatre, been the lead in shows in your town and region but never movies or TV shows.

“Hey you know, I think you’re quite talented from the clips we’ve seen in trailers.”

“Uh, thanks,” you say, hand rubbing your neck, why are you so fucking awkward?

“So what kinda dress will you be wearing?”

“Huh?”

“To the premiere, so we can match.”

“Oh yeah, yeah lemme send you a picture of it,” you say. You were wearing a pretty dark red dress with black lace adorning the bodice.

“Sweet I’ll see what I can do about getting a matching tie and stuff.”

“Cool, you know it’s nice of you to uh, be my date,” you say, fiddling with your hands.

“Yeah, you know, wanted to see if you’d give me a run of my money.”

“With what?”

“Spoiling stuff.”

“Yeah,” you laugh, “don’t need to worry about that after the movie comes ou- FUCK.”

That definitely wasn’t something he should’ve heard.

You watch as he pieces what you just said together, “oh my god, hey even if that happens, well I think you’ve outdone me.”

“Listen at least I didn’t say that in front of a live audience or something.”

“What am I? A dead audience?”

“No, you’re just one person.”

“Ah that’s right, I don’t count.”

“Nope,” you say, tucking your legs underneath you.

You and Tom hang out and talk about filming, about the movie industry, about your favorite things, it felt like he learned everything about you in the time that you talked.

You stopped yourself a few times, apologizing for rambling.

“It’s fine, like to listen to you talk.”

At some point, you two had set the pizza box on the ground and were lying with your feet swinging off the edge of the bed.

“So, what about you? You excited for what’s to come for Spiderman?”

“Yeah, totally, I mean I want to branch out and do more movies, doing the voice stuff for Onward, the Pixar film; was really cool.”

“Have you done any auditions recently?”

“Some yeah, should hear about them soon.”

“That’s awesome. I honestly don’t know what I’m gonna do after this,” you groan, still unsure why you’re telling Tom any of this.

“Well did you enjoy your time on set? Did you enjoy acting in a film? Enjoy the people you worked with?”

“For the most part yeah,” you say, looking away.

“For the most part? Alright who do you hate? Which actor?”

“No, the actors are all great, I love them. Just, nah it’s stupid,” you sigh, because honestly you had no idea if what happened was weird, if it was out of the ordinary or if that’s just how it was.

“Nothing’s stupid, hey, I might be able to give you a tip to help deal with it.”

“Just, one of the ADs, Jack , he uh, he’d always hug me, like if I did a good job on a scene, he’d just like hug me really tight and uh, like sniff my hair, like press his face right into my hair and like not even ask me if he could hug me which I don’t know, I never stopped him from hugging me I just never hugged back but that’s stupid it’s a stupid thing to have a problem with.”

It’s quiet for a moment and you start to overthink and doubt yourself, doubt why you told him this story. Did Jack make you feel uncomfortable? Yes, absolutely but that’s just how it was, how you figured the industry worked.

“Did he do this in front of everyone?”

“Nah, just on my way back to my trailer or my hotel room or whatever.”

“Does Scarlett know?”

You sit up quickly, looking at him, “no, no she doesn’t. Nobody does it’s stupid I don’t know why I told you.”

“It’s not stupid Y/N, you know, if you want to talk to someone, you should. I can be that person if you want. But if you want you should tell someone higher up, they might be able to do something about it.”

“I don’t, it’s not worth it,” you sigh, laying back down.

“Okay.”

“I’m sorry.”

“What are you sorry for?”

“Talking about this.”

“Don’t be.”

“Yeah?”

“Course, it’s just, I've seen a lot of people, young new people who don’t really have any idea of how this industry works, see them getting taken advantage of, whether it’s by asshole directors who don’t know how to teach young people, treat them like, I don’t know, like they’ve got some power over you.”

“Oh, well thanks I guess.”

There’s a very awkward tension now and you have literally no idea how to move past it.

“So now that you know all about me, what’s there to know about you?”

“Well, got three brothers, Harry and Sam are twins, and Paddy is a little younger than me. Got a dog, Tessa, she’s amazing, truly my favorite being on the planet.”

“God I wish I could have a dog, mom’s allergic.”

“You should meet Tessa sometime, she’s a sweetheart. Mum’s a photographer, dad does a bunch of stuff, comedy, writer, blogs, stuff like that.”

“I’d love that.”

You feel his hand brush against yours, meeting between your bodies.

“Oh, sorry,” he says as he feels your hand stiffen under his.

“No, it's just, why?”

“Why what?” He says as your hand holds his hand tightly.

“Why’d you do this?”

“How many times have I told ya Y/N.”

“Just, dunno why you’d care.”

“Can’t help it, I guess, you’re funny, at least from the interviews of you I’ve seen, and you’ve made me laugh bunch today.”

“Yeah counterbalance all the deep shit I told you.”

He laughs, thumb rubbing the skin of your hand, “see? Anyways, I should get going, supposed to have dinner with my brothers but I’ll see you later? Maybe we can hang out while you’re still in London, if you’re not busy being super famous and with press.”

“Yeah, we can always text too if I am. And I’ll see you at the premiere? You can always just not show up, never talk to me again if you don’t want to,” you say, watching as he gets up.

You follow him to the door and he turns to face you.

“Hmm, good offer but I don’t think I will.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah I think it’ll be much more fun to be your date than ditch you, plus I already know what’s gonna happen in the movie so we can sit and be not surprised together.”

“Sorry I spoiled it for ya,” you say, blushing.

“You’re fine, it was nice to meet you Y/N, I’ll see you later,” he says, you don’t even realize your hand is still in his until he lets go, leaving you alone in your hotel room.

“What is wrong with me?” You groan, jumping back into your bed.

****

You and Tom text throughout the week, a lot actually. Sometimes he’ll ask you random questions about your family, about your favorite place to eat back in your hometown.

You’re in a dressing room, just about to go for an interview when he texts you.

Tom: I love learning all this stuff about you, just wish I could hear you talk about it in person

You: why’s that?

Tom: because, when you’re really passionate about something you talk like really animatedly and it’s really fun to watch

You blush, having no idea how to respond you leave your phone there before making your way to the interview.

****

You’re on your way to the premiere, the flight from London just as long and exhausting as the last. You didn’t have much time when you got to LA to relax, you could put your suitcase in your hotel room and go straight to the premiere where you would spend the rest of your time getting ready. People were doing your hair, makeup, helping you into your dress, it was going to be a whole ordeal. For now, you had an hour to yourself in your dressing room, to relax, to breath, whatever you wanted. Tom let you know he’d be there in two or so hours, he didn’t have as much prep as you had. Basically just had to put on clothes and his hair would take less than half the time yours would.

You were nervous, your first premiere, first red carpet or whatever, your mom wouldn’t be able to make it, she was working, always working, but she sent you her love.

You were laying on the couch in your dressing room, scrolling through your twitter feed when you heard a knock on the door. Maybe it was Tom, you got your hopes up a little. Frowning at your leggings and baggy sweatshirt, you didn’t want him to see you until you were all dressed up.

You reluctantly got off the couch, opening the door.

“Oh hi,” you say, as you see Jack standing in front of you.

“Hi,” He smiles, “Can I come in?”

“What?”

“Just wanted to talk to you, congratulate you,” he says and you reluctantly step back from the door, letting him in. He closes the door behind him and you sit down on the couch, setting your phone on the dressing room table. What you didn’t see or hear was the click of the lock as he locked your door.

“You’re going to be a star Sarah, I can make you great,” he says, sitting next to you. His leg was right against yours and you shift away, body pressed up against the side of the sofa until his leg wasn’t touching yours. You didn’t mind that he called you by your stage name, you preferred it actually. That way everything he said wasn’t really directed to you, at least you could pretend it wasn’t.

“You? Why would you be the one to make you great?” You frown, that’s your job, audition, get your name out there.

“I know people, they’ll cast you, like I convinced them to.”

“Huh?” “Saw something special,” he says, and you freeze when his hand rests on your shoulder, “could’ve cast anyone, any big name, but we chose you.” His hand moves to glide up your neck and cup your cheek and your mind is screaming at you, MOVE, SLAP HIM, RUN but you’ve slipped into panic mode, which for you meant you were frozen.

“Wanna make you Hollywood’s next leading lady,” He says, face so close to yours you can smell his very gross breath, your heart is beating out of your chest.

You’re trying to think of something, anything.

You remember something Tom had told you back in the hotel a week ago.

****

“Just, if he’s weird again, don’t just go along with it, push him away, tell him he’s a fucking coward, he doesn’t get to use his position of power over you.”

“I don’t know if that would work.”

“Just try it, okay? Just, don’t let him hold anything over your head.”

****

His lips are pressing against yours and that’s when you use all your strength, breaking from your panic to push him off you, hard enough that he ends up on the other end of the sofa as you jump up.

“Get up! Get out, now.”

****

Tom wanted to surprise you, so he arrived earlier than he said he would, your wrapped present in one hand, he found out where your dressing room would be and made his way to it, frowning when it was locked.

He was about to knock when he heard you, screaming.

“Get the fuck out!”

“Sarah, don’t do this, you’re going to regret this.”

“No, I won’t, I’ll only regret letting you be a fucking creep for this long.”

You and the AD are in a screaming match.

He tries to doorknob again, wanting to break it up before other people heard.

“Come here,” Tom hears the AD say before you yelp, and there’s a clattering and “I’ll blacklist you, no director will work with you. Fucking ungrateful.”

“If you don’t get out now, I will scream at the top of my lungs and tell everyone what just happened.”

“Bitch.”

****

Jack approached you, “come here.” You backed up into the table as he grabbed your arm tightly, causing you to yelp before he presses his lips hard against yours. Your other hand picks up your phone and your knees connects with his crotch as he let’s go of you and stumbles back before slamming you against the mirror, making you cry out as a sharp pain radiates from your head.

“I’ll blacklist you, no director will work with you. Fucking ungrateful.”

“If you don’t get out now, I will scream at the top of my lungs and tell everyone what just happened.”

“Bitch,” he mutters before unlocking the door, swinging it open.

You whimper, sliding down to the ground and gently touching the back of your head, tears welling up in your eyes as he slams the door shut behind him.

That’s not how you expected this to go down. Your eyes widen when you see a little blood on your fingers.

You vaguely hear a knock on the door but you ignore it, arms wrapped around your knees. What a great way to start your first premiere. You’re laughing as tears stream down your face, something that your mom always said was a bad habit of yours.

***

Tom hears the door unlock and he steps to the side, slipping into the hallway next to your dressing room.

“Fucking bitch, who does she think she is?” Jack mutters as he walks past Tom, not even noticing him.

Tom knocks on the door, hearing you crying hurt him, he hated hearing anyone cry. He heard you laughing, it was a laugh verging on hysterical and decided to go in and check on you, just in case.

***

“Y/N.”

You look up through watery eyes and see Tom standing in your doorway, a red gift bag in his hand, eyes wide.

“Fuck,” you say, head dropping back down as you cry.

He quickly closes the door behind him and kneels down next to you.

“Y/N, I, I heard, I’m so fucking sorry, I shouldn’t have eavesdropped but he’s gone now, are you okay? Shit question of course you’re not okay.”

“I’m fine,” you mumble, trying your hardest to smile up at him.

“You don’t have to smile, Y/N.”

“What?”

“Don’t haveta smile for me, you can cry if you want.”

You sniffle, the tears slowly stopping.

“I’m fine,” you repeat, wincing as the pounding in your head brings you back to reality.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, eyes full of concern.

“Just, hit my head a little, it’s nothing,” you say, your hand instinctively reaching for the back of your head to check if it was still bleeding.

“What the fuck did he do to you?” He asks, seeing the blood on your fingers.

“Just shoved me, it’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing, you’re bleeding, lemme get someone.”

“No, please Tom,” you say, voice barely above a whisper, pleading with him.

“Why don’t, why are you going to let this slide?”

“Because I can’t, he’s gonna, he’s gonna blacklist me, won’t get even a small cameo in a movie, he’s gonna ruin me.”

“Hey, no, he won’t, because you won’t let him. You stood up for yourself back there, I heard you. You won’t let him take away everything you’ve worked so hard for, and what you’ll continue to work hard for. Hey, let’s get some ice or something, clean up, see if you need to go to the hospital okay? Don’t want you passing out on me on your first premiere.”

“Promise you won’t tell anyone?”

“Not my story to tell, if you want to, when it’s time you can. There’ll be no pressure from me though,” he says as he helps you stand up. Your legs wobble a little bit and you’re afraid you’re going to fall but his arm is a comforting presence on your waist, steadying you. There’s no malintent in his touch as he soothes you, sitting you down on the couch.

You feel safe as he lets go, crouching down to open the small fridge, grabbing some ice from the freezer section.

“Here, turn around,” he says, nonchalantly ripping off a lower section of his shirt to wrap the ice in.

“Wh-,” you start, turning as his fingers sort through your hair.

“Just looks like a scrape, here,” he says, gently pressing his shirt with ice onto the area, hand rubbing your shoulder as you wince.

“Thank you,” you mumble, glancing at the bag he abandoned on the floor, “What’s that? Clothes all fit in there?”

He chuckles, “no, Issa present, for you, for your first premiere.”

“What? My, why's that, you already gave me a present you’re here with me.”

“Yeah but you deserve an actual present, here, hold the ice in place,” he says, palm over the top of your hand, moving it up to rest against the makeshift ice pack.

He reaches down and grabs the bag, pulling what looks like a wrapped book out of it.

“Was gonna give it to you little later but now’s perfect. Go ahead, open it,” he says, putting it on your lap and replacing your hand with his own on the ice pack.

You gently open the wrapping paper and gasp.

“This is, Tom you didn’t-,”

“Do you like it?”

“Of course I do, I mean, this is, wow this is the best gift anyone could have ever gotten me.”

“Well you only have a first premiere once,” he says, searching your eyes.

“I don’t, I don’t know how to thank you.”

“Don’t haveta thank me darling, why don’t we get ready for tonight?”

“Will, do you think we’ll see Jack?”

“He’d be an idiot not to show up, but hey, maybe you won’t run into him.”

“I like the sound of that,” you say, wiping your eyes.

“What did the stylists say they were going to do with your hair?”

“Think it was just gonna be curled, nothing fancy.”

“Okay well when they get here we’ll tell them no curling that part of your head.”

“Well then I’ll just look stupid.”

“Nah, you’ve got plenty of hair to go around up here,” he laughs, fingers running through the hair resting on your shoulder.

***

“Sarah! Tom! Smile for us! Look at you two!”

Photographers are shouting at them from up and down the red carpet, as Tom and Sarah walk, his arm gently resting on her waist, hers around his shoulder.

“You look lovely,” he whispers into your ear as you continue to walk.

“Not as handsome as you.”

He’s been saying nice things, whispering them to you all night, found it was the best way to make you smile, especially after what happened with Jack. You never did see him on the red carpet that night and didn’t bother asking anyone where he might be either.

***

“Wow,” you say, collapsing on the bed of your hotel room next to Tom.

“Fun right?” He asks.

“I mean, I wasn’t expecting such reactions from the crowd.”

“Yeah? Movie premiere crowds are always the rowdiest. But hey, they cheered, they laughed, they cried, you made one hell of a movie.”

“Guess so, I’m proud of it,” you sigh, gently opening the first edition copy of East of Eden, “how did you even find this?”

“I’ve got connections,” he smiles, watching as your eyes scan the first page, so different from your tattered copy from 10th grade.

“My 10th grade English teacher would lose her mind if I told her I had this. Scared to read from it, just wanna put it in a glass case and stare at it.”

“Well, it’s all yours so you can do anything you want with it.”

“Can’t believe this is all happening.”

“What is?”

“Everything, been my dream since I was a kid, to be famous, and well, yeah,” you sigh, not quite finding the words you’re looking for.

“You know, it might be, like, don’t feel obligated to say yes but would you maybe wanna, I don’t know, go on a date? Not now obviously, I think I could fall asleep right here but I’d like to take you out on a proper date.”

“Yeah? I mean the entire world already thinks we’re dating so sure, I don’t think a public date would hurt or help our cause.”

“Great,” you yawn, turning on your side.

“I should go, so you can sleep,” he says, standing up.

“Stay,” you mumble against your pillow.

He doesn’t respond and your heart almost drops, assuming he’s going to leave. Instead, he crawls into the bed, his arm hesitantly resting on your waist, until you scoot so your back is flush against his chest.

“Goodnight,” you whisper, exhaling, for the first time in over a year and a half you truly felt safe and comfortable falling asleep.

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aerascreamer · 4 years

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Only if I’m with you

A Miragehound fic

Fandom: Apex Legends

Genre: Slice of life (?)

Word count: 1343

Warnings: A little bit of angst but mostly cuteness and comfort!

Additional note: My first fanfic for the Apex Fandom !! I hope you’ll like and maybe consider checking my ao3 and wattpad (@ aerascreamer) (I didn’t post this fic on these accounts but if you want, I’ll be glad to do it!)

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The dropship landed on the small spaceport next to the Legends' dormitory.

Octane burst out of the exit without waiting, followed a few meters behind by Gibraltar and Wraith.

Everyone joined the building by groups of three or four, Crypto being the usual exception.

When he finally got out, Mirage stretched his arm to greet the bright sun and the clear azure sky.

"Oh, sweet home! Good to see you again! Talos's not bad but-"

He didn't even finish his sentence that Artur smashed on his face.

"What the- HOUND!!!"

A powerful whistle echoed in the air, forcing the crow to perch on Bloodhound's forearm, cawing.

"He's glad to see you, they translated with a serious tone

-How can you deal with him so easily? The trickster asked as he rubbed his scratched nose.

-Artur likes nobody except me, the hunter chuckled. And he can be very territorial.

-More like jealous of my perfect face!" he joked.

Bloodhound approached him and gently took Mirage's chin to examine the tiny cuts.

"It's nothing, your wounds already started to heal, they declared.

-So... Can a kiss speed up the process?" the trickster begged with puppy eyes.

The tracker let go of an amused growl and stepped towards the dormitory.

"Only if you catch me inside mo mhuirnín, they teased as they sprang.

-Come on !"

~~~

The night fell quickly and spread its darkness on the landscape.

Despite the late hour, some rooms still shined through the windows, with silhouette moving behind.

Scrolling down on his phone Elliott read some "juicy" pieces of information (as the journalists claimed) about the competitors, with ninety percent being speculations and false rumors.

Like on this page, some people said about Bloodhound that they are "fabulously wealthy" " a bloodthirsty murderer", "a Goliath whisperer", "a former slave", "half-bat"... Seriously? Half bat? Why not half-dog or half-Leviathan? Wait did that guy misgender them? And Hound never killed someone, just animals.

The trickster looks down to see his partner sleeping peacefully on his lap, inoffensive as a cat. No, the definition he would give to "bloodthirsty murderer".

He couldn't believe he was in a relationship again, especially after how the last one ended.

Even more incredible, he dated a competitor from the Apex Game while playing in this game where you basically shoot freely at each other throat.

And that competitor is none other than BLOODHOUND. Or the one who became Champion FOUR times and killed a Goliath with ONE KNIFE. HOLY F***** BALLS

But the hunter always listened to him, spend time in his company and took care of him so gently, with such patience while being the most humble person he ever met.

Elliot would often ask himself if he deserved someone like them as well as wondering how to give back the generosity Bloodhound offered to him.

But that kiss... The first one... The one where they took off their mask and pressed their soft lips on his...it brushed away all his doubts and strengthen even more his love.

"Hey birdie, wake up! I have to go now."

Bloodhound slowly sat on the couch, half-asleep, and curled back in when Elliott stepped away.

"You don't want to go to your room? he asked.

-I'm good here."

The trickster chuckled as he couldn't help but compare again his love one to a cat.

~~~

Silence.

An absolute silence ruled on the room.

And the temperature fell to the ground.

Only disturbed by the few little lights on the holo-tech devices, the darkness filled the narrow space in each of its corners.

Elliott couldn't sleep, lying on his bed eyes wide open.

Folding between his hands a corner of the blanket, his thoughts pushed each other in his mind without giving him any rest.

He sat on the edge of his bed.

A weight and a hole growing in his chest.

The world felt cold without the consent chatting of the Legends or all these sounds everyone is so used to that they fade into the background...

The TV, the people's walk, the glasses on the table, the clicks of a phone keyboard, the floor cracks, the seat movements, the kitchen growls...

Elliot felt the need to see someone... Not necessarily to talk to. Just having another person in the same room as him would be enough.

But everyone is sleeping and seemed so far from here... as if they were in another reality.

Maybe calling Mom? No, she's asleep too. Knock at Hound's door? They need to rest from the previous match... Same for Gibby, Bang, Ajay, Nat... Everyone!

H*ck, he would have spent the whole night awake with Pathy if this one didn't turn off to charge his batteries or the kid if he wasn't such a d*ck when woken up in the middle of the night.

Hesitant hits brought him back to earth.

He walked to the door, unlocked it and found Bloodhound in front of him.

Without their mask, Elliot could see the panicked expression painted on their pale face, their messy hair covering their right eye.

They nervously rubbed their finger, the short sleeves of the shirt letting their irregular scars on their arm exposed to everyone's view.

"You... You alright?" He stammered, shocked to his partner losing their composure.

They opened their mouth but couldn't say anything.

"Come in, everything is OK birdie."

Legs shaking, Bloodhound entered the bedroom, climbed on the bed and hide their face in their arm crossed over their knees.

Their chest moved up and down quickly.

"Can you breathe? Do you need your mask?" Elliott asked with worries.

One day, the hunter nearly blacked out in the middle of a gunfight because their breathing device shut down all of a sudden... He felt horrible at this moment, totally useless, only able to see his love one suffering.

Bloodhound shook their head, tightening their grip on their pant's fabric.

Elliot sat next to them, a hand on their shoulder, waiting for them (and him) to calm down.

Their breathing went back to normal slowly, the trickster's company reassuring them.

And when Bloodhound finally looked at him, he whipped out a tear holding on their eyelid.

"Feeling better?

-I guess..." Their low voice cracked "Thank you, Elli.

-No prob! I'm always here for you."

A weak smile appeared on their lips...

a smile so rare and so precious that Elliott always felt his heart melting when they appear.

This one making no exception, he wrapped his arms around their chest and pulled them closer.

Bloodhound closed their eyes and started counting the strong beats of Elliott's heart while this one brushed their silky smooth hair.

Comforted in each other's warm, the two back went back to sleep.

~~~

Elliott woke up next to Bloodhound nested against his chest.

It took him some time to first remember the event of the previous night and then calm down after seeing his partner's lovely face under the morning sunlight.

"How did I end up with someone so beautiful they seem to have been literally sent by the Gods?" he thought while rubbing their cheek.

Eyes half-closed, the hunter grabbed the trickster's wrist and intertwined their fingers.

Both remained silent and simply listened to the other breath while the outside birds began their songs.

Then Bloodhound noticed the worries that tinted their partner's eye.

"You seem troubled, they whispered.

-Well... I'm just concerned about what happened last night, he answered.

And especially what made you so upset...

But if you don't want to talk about it that's totally fine I understand!

-It was a very bad nightmare." Their eyes darkened.

"So confusing to explain... And to even remember in detail. I... I just want to forget it."

The hunter shook their head as if a bug landed on top of it, feeling again tension in their belly.

Elliott approached them and kissed his partner on the forehead.

Bloodhound purred with relief and pressed their lips against his.

"Maybe a walk around the woods would help you?

-Only if I'm with you."

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paneerlajwanti · 4 years

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How would you spend your day with Bucky????

So I never actually ended up answering this question because I didnt know how to react and answer this question until I knew what you all had said, but I shall try my best, this might either turn into a rant, or a headcannon or a ramble, or a drabble,or the beginning of something new.

So my day with Bucky would begin alone. and not with bucky. coz Im an 18 year old who lives with my parents. And even in this fictional childish universe, I am from Mumbai and Bucky is Bucky. The details of how and how I met him shall be shared on another ask, depending on if you ask me.

Earlier day, 10:58 PM

So the day actually begins with like our continued conversations that begin at 10:58 of the earlier night and I am chatting with him on the phone while I jump on the bed when he sends me photos of the books he got from the library, and then he shows me the bookmark he started using for it. Instead of using the ornate bookmark he got from the bookstore, he is using a part of the newspaper from 9th December 2018 (that is the day I met him from the first time)

I initially find it weird that he has used some random scrap and then I see 9/12/18 and then I probably die like 3-4 times

But thank god this isnt a video call, and we’re just chatting. I keep looking at the ‘typing’ on the screen and at his profile photo. On my very demanding stubborn desire he finally changes his profile photo. I thought he’d change it to a photo of sunset at the Brooklyn bridge, or maybe that cute blurry, drunk group photo with Sam, Steve and Nat, but then he changes it to this. THIS.

I speed dial my mom accidentally while dropping my phone on my face when I see that photo.

“Is everything alright Gops? You seem to be typing for a long while.”

Looking down at the screen, I backspace all the keyboard smashing I’d done with my nose.

“It’s 11:11″

“I wished for you”

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ghostysuite · 4 years

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which of my ocs do you, sir, have a crush on?

⎇ I can’t believe I have to choose, as you know I adore all your OC’s! Like I normally shed tears at how I love all you OC’s and write an essay about your OC’s. But that isn’t your question. Really, this is going to take a long time because I know it's going to be hard to narrow it down to the top 3. Plus I think some will be kinda unexpected! but hey... here we go! Top 3 crushes I have on your OC’s... Note: I just realised this has taken over an hour, nearly two actually. Through tears, tears and tears, it's done! Hope you enjoy!

⎆ #3 - Elise Jung ~ [Busan Gangs]

⎇ I know I am in competition with Mikaela Zhong of all people, but this woman. *cries*. She is beautiful, not only that, but her character captured me and stole my heart. Even when she was a teenager in the au Shell Shocked, which I think made me love her even more, I loved her. She is just a very lovable character, if she was someone I met and or knew in real life, I would faint or cry or both. One on the best Mother’s out there. Hardworking, a heart of gold and just a complete angel. And dare I say, Goddess. Honestly, I don’t see how people don't have a crush on her, I would be willing to fight Mikaela for her but they are too perfect to be separated, and also a sin. I would take off my jacket and put it on a puddle for her, even if it’s a small puddle. I just would do anything for her, periodt.

⎆ #2 - Nikolai Patrova ~ [A Pirate’s Tale + original rp]

⎇ *deep inhale* honestly I’m trying my best not to keyboard smash in capitals with every crying emoji available to add to how he makes me feel. Originally I first met this guy in a RP we did together and damn, he captured my heart. No wonder Yuki fell for him! I think becoming a pirate, a captain no less, made me fanboy more over him. The way he started opening up yet still remained the same cold-like Nikolai just *sigh* I love him. And becoming a father too *cries* I LOVE HIM. He is the type of guy I would protect but he ends up protecting me instead. He deserves the world, if he was a real person, I would literally hand him love letters by my dyslexic ass because I would be willing to do anything to try get him to be my boyfriend. I just *cries dramatically*

⎆ #1 - Natalia Mendes ~ [Busan Gangs + Hong Kong Gangs]

⎇ *slams hands on the table* Let me tell you how I love Natalia, this love has been going on since Busan Gangs. Like I guess she is kinda unexpected to be my number one but not only was she gorgeous, she just made my heart go boom boom. I wanted her to be happy because she went through so much. She got a happy ending which I am grateful for. But I would marry her in a heartbeat if Ethan didn’t, another amazing mother too which adds to my big crush. Her smile *flips table* ADORABLE! She is probably my biggest crush out of all the OC’s I've come across. If I married her, I would make breakfast for her every day, do all the chores so she can rest and just care for her. She was wrongly mistreated, deserved better and achieved better. If I had ANY room on my wall, I would have posters of her, she is just so GOD DAMN BEAUTIFUL. I have a big love for her and a phat crush ON NAT. *picks up the table and flips it again* I LOVE YOU NAT *resumes crying*

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prorevenge · 5 years

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Video games are more important than chores? That's some nice internet you have, it would be a shame if something were to happen to it.

When I was in 3rd year of university, I lived with a couple of housemates. One was super-awesome, and the other guy turned out to be completely fucking useless. He wouldn't help out with the chores AT ALL... not even just turning on the dishwasher when it was full. He just wanted to play computer games all day. I mean... I get it. Gaming is awesome; me and the awesome housemate were playing a lot of Lineage II at the time, but we still made time for real life stuff.

Eventually me and awesome housemate had enough of the other guy not pulling his weight. I was in control of our internet connection, including operating our router (a Linux box shoved under my desk). We hatched a plan...

I wrote a script that, periodically, would scan through the NAT state table on the router (a list of all connections the router was handling between the internal computers and the Internet), identify connections from shitty housemate's PC, and then would randomly, in descending order of likelihood:

Do nothing

Forge a FIN packet that appeared to be from housemate's PC and send it to the remote server

Forge a FIN packet that appeared to be from the remote server and send it to housemate's PC

Forge a RST packet that appeared to be from housemate's PC and send it to the remote server

Forge a RST packet that appeared to be from the remote server and send it to housemate's PC

Drop the connection from the NAT state table

To explain this to the non-initiated:

A FIN packet is a notification to one side of the connection that the other side would like to terminate the connection; there is a negotiation that happens between both sides to tear down the connection, so both sides know about it. This is a "graceful" disconnect.

A RST packet is a "hard disconnect" -- drop the connection immediately, don't negotiate with the other side, don't send any more packets -- just stop.

Removing the connection from the state table effectively stops all traffic in either direction (because the router no longer knows about the connection) but neither side of the connection knows this has happend.

The last 3 options in the list are particularly nasty because it leaves one (or both) sides of the connection thinking that they are still connected.

Now, understand -- this is wayyyy back when WoW first launched, and that is pretty much the only game shitty housemate was playing. If you played WoW around that time, you'll remember the LOOOOONNNNNNNGGGGGG queues to get onto a server -- 20+ minutes at least.

Imagine, if you will, what would happen in an MMO if you tell the client to disconnect, but the server thinks the client is still connected. The client quits immediately with a "you have been disconnected" message, but the server won't log the user out for a LONG time (at least several minutes), and in the worst case will continue doing the last-commanded action (like.... "walk forward"). In the case of early WoW, you couldn't even log in and wait in the queue again because... the server thought you were already logged in. You had to wait 5-10 minutes for it to kick you off, THEN join the queue for 20+ minutes.

As time went on, we pestered the bad roommate to help with the chores. Each time he refused, we would bump the likelihood that one of the non-"do nothing" options would happen. Every time it killed one of his WoW connections, we would hear a loud "FUCK". Somewhat quietly at first, then louder and louder over time, then he started literally smashing his keyboard and/or mouse (and at least once, his monitor, which left some nice dead pixels in the shape of a fist). When we moved out, he removed -- I kid you not -- a decent sized box FULL of smashed mice.

It got to the point where he would log in, wait in the queue, get into the game, start moving around, and within 5-10 minutes, it would kill his connection, and after he eventually got back in, he would often find his character dead from NPCs or at the bottom of a cliff because his character had continued to walk forward for 5 minutes. Sometimes he wouldn't even make it out of the queue before being disconnected. It was hilarious to us, but he was absolutely RAGING.

Even more hilariously, my script ONLY looked at connections to WoW; other connections to, for example, Ventrilo, were unaffected. So his housemate would be on Vent with his clanmates, would drop out of the game, but his voice chat would be completely unaffected.

Eventually (at least 3-4 weeks later) he came and asked me if there was something wrong with the internet connection. I said something to the effect of "Oh, yeah, I applied an update to the router to make the internet connection as reliable as the person using it." He got the hint... but still didn't help with housework. He put up with a practically-unusable internet connection until we moved out (which wasn't long after that).

Meddle not in the affairs of sysadmins, for your network connections are crunchy and are tasty with ketchup.

(source) (story by alter3d)

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ain-t-bovvered · 5 years

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14x12 Commentary (europe edition)

Special episode where a bunch of tired and caffeinated Europeans ( plus a sleepy American) scream together, and then die and try to get on with their day ( lol AS IF)

Hello and welcome:

@purpleskiesandcherrypies (Nat)

@dean-winchesters-bacon (Kat)

@waywardbaby (Zeta)

@ain-t-bovvered (Giul)

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11

Giu: Oh donatello

Zeta : What a flashback

Nat: ugh... so sick of nick already

Giul: Whatever it takes oh yes cas is gonna do something stupid ?

Nat: "Not even an Archangel"

Giul: Dean doesn’t joke too in terms of stupid decisions.

Nat: Stop it Dean

Zeta : My heart will go on, I’m sorry

Giul: Well that’s creepy

Nat: NO

Zeta: Ohhh fuck

Giul: I’m crying

Nat: Baby NOOO NOOOO Fuck

Zeta : Test drive

Kat : the hand porn though

Giul: That’s fucking terrifying

Zeta : True

Giu: Dean’s face will hunt me forever now. Jensen JFC .

Zeta : Fuck

Nat: Shit

Giu: Dont

Kat : I cried during this

Giu: I am crying

Giu: Hell’s flashbacks tho

I’m hating myself now.

[Dean pounding on the metal ] : No. No!. Sam SAM!

-Up I’m having serious parallels with when he woke up in the coffin after hell.But this time he can’t get out. NICE

- Look at his hands trembling. CAN YALL NOT

[Cell’s lights goes off] the box is dark now.

NO I HATE THIS ALREADY.

-Oh thank god.

Zeta : Sam is naked

Kat : They both are

Giu: OH FUCK

Nat: Shit

- D:” Just a bad dream, it’s fine. I’m ok”

Zeta : Never said I wasn’t scared

Giu: fucking hell

- D: "Never said I wasn't scared.But it doesn’t matter”

Nat: Fuck you

- S:” But what you are talking about is far worse than death. Michael is an archangel, he could literally keep you buried in a coffin, alive, forever.

Giu: Told ya

Kat : Hate this

Giu: That Henley. I love how it rest on Jensen’s hips. distracting.

Kat : Single layer porn!

Nat: I'm not ok .Do I have to keep watching? Ugh

Kat : YES

Giu: the fuck is happening

Zeta : What now?

Giu: They really want to play with this water and drowning bullshit

- Also this episode is already aesthetically pleasing . and that I appreciate .

Kat: They play with so many parallels this week

Kat : It’s like a Criminal Minds episode

Giul: I’m so loving this

Nat: who is he

Giul: Fucker of the week

Kat : UGH NICK GO AWAY

Zeta: Busy bee

Nat: None of that was my fault

Giul: He’s a serial killer so go off i guess

Giul: Yeah well the devil left the rest is all you bitch

Kat : I like the cop lol

- Nick is so empty right now. He’s the most dangerous human honestly.

Giul: Goddammit mark.

Nat: The TALK

- D:”You’re gonna see it through to the end”

Giul: Shut up

Zeta : Mom hates this

Giul: WE HATE THIS

Zeta: Yeah right

- S:” And Cas and Jack, you haven’t even told them”

- D:” Well that’s because I’m not good with the whole big goodbyes, all right? I don’t need to get shaky on this”

Giul: and HE DIDN T TOLD THEM . HOW DARE

Nat: Can I smack Dean over the head?

Nat: Am I allowed to?

Kat: ITS DEAN OF COURSE HE DIDN’T

-D:” Just put the end of this trip out of your head, okay?”

Giul: MY BABE

- C:” Where you able to talk him out of it?”

S:”No so I’m counting on you”

Giul: LOL SAM TOLD HIM

Nat: Awwww Cas knows tho

Giul: good sam

- He asked Rowena’s help too AAAAAH

Nat: of course he would

Giul: WE KNEW

Zeta: Remarkable command of profanity

Nat: LOL Cas about Rowena

Giul: “ Maybe if I spoke with Dean"BAAAABE

- S:”If we don’t find some way...Dean’s gone”

You have to step on my dead cold body first tho

Nat: Dean washed his hands tho

Nat: at least

Kat : He’s a clean freak

Giul: Well remember how he barely touches the public phone booths?

-tHIS EPISODE IS BEAUTIFUL

Kat: This dude is so whacked out

Giul: This is a criminal minds ep. WHEELS UP, where is Rossi when we need him?

Nat: I'm sick of this dude already

Giul: Finally some gore

Kat: BABY

- D:” Do ever think about when we were kids? I know I wasn’t the greatest brother to you”

Giul: DUDE DON’T

Zeta: Regrets

- S:” Dean , you were the one who was always there for me. The only one. You practically raised me”

Giul: U MY DA

Kat: DUDE IMMA CRY AGAIN

Nat: Sammy, stop

Giul: FUCK

Nat: SAMMEEHHHH STOP

Nat: SHIT STOP IT GUYS

Giul: oh this is for the 300 mood

Kat: I think so too

- D:” Things got dicey. You know with Dad, the way he was. I didn’t always look out for you the way I should’ve”

- lol Sam doesn’t want to hear this shit

- D:” I mean, I had my own stuff, you know. In order to keep peace I probably looked like I took his side quite a bit. Sometimes when I was away, you know it wasn't because I just ran out, right? Dad would , he would send me away when I really pissed him off. I think you knew that”

Nat: I fucking cry

Kat: JOHN YOU FUCKER

- S: “ Man, I left that behind a long time ago, I had to-”

- Look you can pin point the exact moment the eyes starts to get watery...damn it Jared.

- S:” And if we are gonna get through this, I have to do , like you said and try and keep my mind off of where we’re going. So if we could not have conversations that sound like deadbeat apologies, I would really appreciate it”

Giul: YES. THANK YOU SAM.

Zeta: Yeah ok I’m hating this

Nat: Fuck, I'm not ok.

Nat: I like the cop

Giul: BITCH DONT

Kat : Told you Ain’t God he’s praying to

Nat: DIGNITY hahahhaha

Zeta: Yep

Nat: FUck

Giul: WELL THAT’s

Zeta: That was so predictable

Nat: Nick's a fucking lsdhfishgoiewahgpieshgäahgeisladhflidshglidsea

Kat : Can he die already? I shouldn't smash my work computers keyboard that hard, probably

Giul: Hey gotta hand it to the guy tho, he’s pretty resourceful

- Sam finding a case. I’m not even surprised.

Zeta: The Winchester boys

Nat: ONE LAST CASE FOR THE WINCHESTER BOYS fuck you

- S:” You had to go there”

Kat: Damn it

Zeta: Enochian

Zeta: FBI

Giul: YAS

Nat: I'd open up that door so fast tho

Nat: and get on my knees

Kat: Control yourself woman

Nat: You know who you're talking to, right?

( that sentence is knitted in the back of our watch biker gang jackets)

Kat : THE COATS

Giul: FBI FBI FBI FBI

Giul: dean sitting so cutely

Zeta: I’m sorry.Has anybody noticed how huge their feet are??

Giul: licking lips

Nat: Dean's such a smol bean next to Sam.

Kat: Dean looks so tiny.GET OUT OF MY HEAD

- This all conversation with the twin is a real guilty trip for Dean.

- Also this confirms that Dean and Sam knows some enochian. And that’s sexy.

Talk enochian to me * trumpet sounds*

Giul: CASTIEL MY BABE

Zeta: Angel on call

Nat: Awww Cas smiles

- C:” Dean” “ [BIG FUCKING SMILE] “Is so good to hear from you”

Giul: WOW he’s so- GODDAMMIT

- [stammering] : ok...well ..good. Ah [clear throat] listen , Cass....

- C:” You are working a case? That Is So GoOd tO hEaR. So I assume that means you’re not going to go through with it. Because I have to say, Dean , this plans of yours, it was born of, of desperation , not reason”

Kat: BUSTED

Giul: WE KNOW

- C:” I-I know that I’m not supposed to know , what I know, but”

- D:” "Look I'm fine with my plan"

Nat: LIAAAR

-C:” NEED TO HAVE A CONVERSATION”

Zeta: It’s good to hear your voice

Giul: MARRIED

Zeta: I love you

- D:” Really?” S: “ Dean, it’s your husband Cass I had to tell him”

Giul: lol can we remember that Cas fucked up Donatello for them?

Nat: How he leans against Baby tho I caught myself staring at his crotch. oops

Zeta: Well....

Giul: Aaaaand flannel again

Giul: Shocking

Nat: SURPRISE It's funnier in Enochian I guess

- ALSO hell yeah for Dean being the smarty pants ! I live for these moments. We all know Sam is the main brain , but seeing the writers giving us these brilliant Dean moments is life.

Giul: He cray. This is so creepy amazing. Finally some spn old style

Kat: I know, they finally have a proper almost scary ep again

Nat: Yes. I still remember how creepy sometimes Season 1 was. oh they're here to save the day

Zeta: The Winchester boys

Giul: MOOSE IS ANGRY . SQUIRREL TOO

Zeta: Bamf much?! The hiss

Nat: Dean, control your anger!

Giul: H. O. T

- Poor guy tho, it’s not his fault .

Kat: Love snarly boys!

Giul: WELL FUCK

Zeta: Baby’s ass! I’m sorry again

Giul: We end the ninja turtle

Giul: UUUUUUGH

Kat: Ugh this bitch again

-Vintage Nick

Nat: I wanna skip Nick. Can I skip Nick?

Giul: NO Mark acting is gold

Kat I hate this whole scene

Nat: He's too good and I hate him

Giul: Wait Why is No NO , fuck no. WHAT

- The fucking ice ....

- N: “Lucifer....?”

Sarah :

Kat: ITS DUMB AF

Kat: I HATE THIS SCENE

Nat: SPN makes me question so many things

Giu: FUCK MARK OK

Nat: TELL HIM. I LIKE HER

Zeta: She kinda hates him

Kat: BUT SHE DOESN’T DO ANYTHING.SHE SHOULD BE THROWING HIM AGAINST WALLS AND SHIT

Giul: Let her leave bro

Nat: NICK LISTEN TO YOUR DAMN DEAD WIFE

- N: “ I can’t”

Kat: Nope he’s gonna be a little bitch

Giul: Oh I’m sorry he’s like a Stockholm victim.

Nat: "I'm sorry." Is he really tho?

- N:”Wherever is darkest”

Kat: Melodramatic much Nick?

Nat: DR CAS

- DR NOVAK

Zeta: Oh hello

Giul: THE OTHER Mr Winchester.

Giul: OOH OOH HOT

Nat: Dean's smirking

Giu: DOCTOR

Zeta: Giuls, u ok??

Giul: I . AM. NOT. EARSKYHGZLYCBTSGKBP FUCK ME

- Doctor: follow me.

Sam scrambling the fuck away from the sexual tension

Dean eyes on Cass [starts the sexual tension]

me [bathing in sexual tension]

Nat: THE HAIR ON CAS THO

- C:” It was necessary, doesn’t mean I don’t regret it. Doesn’t mean I don’t wish there could've been another way”

- C:

- “Please don’t compare this with your suicidal plan. Just stop it”

[ tilting head in angry ]

Zeta: Tell him Cas

- D:” Why don’t we talk about that later”

Nat: "according to your plan, there won't be a later." I love Cas

Giul: YES

Kat: THE SASS

Giul: CAS BABE

- D:” You think this is easy on me?”

-Why does it always look like Cas is on the verge of tears and they never fucking show us the real deal

- C:” So then, this is goodbye?”

Zeta:He’s hurting

- ThE FuCK Is tHaT LoOk DeAN

Nat: "Guys.. stop bickering." Is what Sam should have said. lol

lol and Cas holding Dean’s gaze a bit before focusing on Sam. Good moment

- D:” I thought he was too far gone”

C: “Dean if there is a spark of hope. then I have to try “

- Damn these writers are not being subtle.

-C: “ YOU taught me that”

Giul: GUYS I CAN T

Zeta: *pats your back *

Nat&Kat:"Get out."

Giul: when castiel get so riled up I get all tingly.YES ORDER ME AROUND

Zeta: @Giul control yourself woman

Giu: PSH HAVE U SEEN THIS...[gestures vaguely] HOW

- Sam not being subtle too

Nat: Sam's throwing shades

Kat: THE DIMPLES OF DISCONTENT

-I will never get tired of Cas glowly hand

Giul: ANGEL EYES YAAAASP

Kat: Okay dude would be choking on that tube

Giul: CAN I WAKE UP LIKE THAT TOO

Nat: I wanna wake up being surrounded by three hot boys

Giul: [clicks tongue]

Kat: With three handsome men? Yes please

- yeah ok you can’t fucking say that and look up at Castiel, Dean..you motherfucker

- C:” Would do like more grape jello?” [voice deepest than Dean’s closet]

Giul: WHAT WAS THAT VOICE CAS i felt it in my [censored]

Kat: Donatello and his chicken

- Those two whispering like that .... fuck you

Nat: THE dimples

- Castiel’s little awkward smile

- This episode is so beautifully shot I can’t

Kat: I need a gif of them legs @Giulia please ma’am

Giul&Zeta: NO REST FOR THE SELF DESTRUCTIVE.

- D: “We are going out on a high”

i wanna slap him....hard

- D: “ Sorry”

S: “sOrRY “ *chuckles*

- Sam is not drinking beer, he’s drinking hot salty tea.

Nat: Sam's really at it, huh? Trying to guilt trip Dean out of it

Giul: i don’t blame him

Nat: Can't be mad at him, tho

- S:” I have to throw away everything we stand for” aaaaand the voice cracks....good....great...

Zeta: He’s soooooo angry

Kat: Sam’s hair is so fluffy

Nat: LISTEN TO SAMMY DEAN

-S.” You just don’t check out of it “ * snarls and pushed Dean*

Dean is offended of the push.

Bitch you don’t get to be offended

- S: “ if you quit us today, there won’t be a tomorrow. What are you doing now it’s wrong,it’s QUITTING”

Giul: SAM MAD DESPERATE VOICE IS GOOD

Nat: I believe in us, Dean

-Dean doesn’t respond.

- Sam:

- Sam is all of us

Zeta: Smack him

-[Enters desperate hug]

Nat: fuck, now i'm crying

Giul: sobs

Nat: fuck no shit

Giul: OH COME ON

Kat: THIS HUG

- [strained voice] S: “why don’t you believe in us too?”

Giul: It’s too early for this.

-Sam looks like a kid here , a scared sad kid and I CAN’T DEAL WITH IT

Kat: SAM HOLDS ON SO TIGHT

- D:”Okay Sam”

Sam sniffs

D: “Let’s go home”

Nat: I need a cigarette and lots of wine

Giul: MOOD

Zeta: This fucking hurts so bad

Nat: Why you gotta make me cry tho

Giul: GOOD LORD. Stop the voice breaking

- D:” And I’ll keep believing until I can’t”

Kat: MY BOYS 😭😭😭😭

Nat: NO

Giul: JARED WTF

- D:” you’ll have to take it for what it is....the end”

Nat: SAM WON'T DO IT

Giul: STOP IT

-D:” and you have to promise me “ [Dean’s voice get high] “ that you’ll do then what you can’t do now. and that’s let me go”

Giul: HE FUCKING WON T

Nat: FUCK YOU ALL

Kat: JARED STOP YOUR FACE

Nat: FUCK YOU

Giul: JARED FUCK U

Kat: ALL OF YOU STOP YOUR FACES

Giul: FUCK IT FUCK ALL OF U

Nat: I'M DONE FUCK THIS SHIT

-D:” Just don’t hit me again”

- STOP THIS FUCKING MUSIC RIGHT FUCKING NOW

Zeta: i HATE ALL OF THIS

Nat: I DON'T WANNA WATCH ANYMORE, NO MORE SPN FOR ME

Zeta: I HAAAAAAATE IT!!!!!

Giul: AND WE HAVE ALL SEASON 15 too

Nat: FUCK THIS

Giul: YAAAASP GUYS

Kat : NO YOU HAVE TO WATCH NEXT WEEK

Giul: PROMO NOW

Zeta: Yeet

Kat: PREVIEW

Giul: GO WATCH THE PROMO BITCH

Kat : GO I CAN’T FREAKING WAIT

Giul: i LOVE IT

Well well WHAT A FUCKING RIDE.

WE HATED IT.

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